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"...beyond them I saw one of the tumits, a large, flightless bird whose hooked beak, as long as my forearm, attested only too clearly to its gustatory habits; I lifted my shield and grasped the long spear, but it did not turn in my direction; it passed, unaware;..." Book 4, Nomads of Gor, page 2 ~¤~
"I gathered that the best season for hunting tumits, the large, flightless carnivorous birds of the southern plains was at hand..." Book 4, Nomads of Gor, page 331 ~¤~
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