He stood about thirty-eight inches high, and the largest dogs seemed like puppies beside him; still not a dog relaxed his hold, and he was covered with wounds.

I made a lucky thrust for the nape of his neck.

I felt the point of the knife touch the bone; the spine was divided, and he fell dead.
Smut had two severe gashes in the throat, Lena was cut under the ear, and Bran's mouth was opened completely up to his ear in a horrible wound.

The dogs were completely exhausted, and lay panting around their victim.

We cut off the boar's head, and, slinging it upon a pole, we each shouldered an end and carried it to the kennel.