‘drunk blood,’ his fury becomes ungovernable, his sole desire is to kill; he strikes here and there; he stabs
fugitives in the back, his kris drips blood, he rushes on yet more wildly, blood and murder in his course; there
are shrieks and groans, his bloodshot eyes start from their sockets, his frenzy gives him unnatural strength; then
all of a sudden he drops, shot through the heart, or from sudden exhaustion, clutching his bloody kris.”—Miss
Bird, Golden Chersonese, 356.