The destiny of civilization would be decided in one final death struggle between the Red International and the Black, between Socialism and the Roman Catholic Church; while here at home, "the stygian
midnight of American evangelicalism--"
I looked again, and saw him standing in the middle of a boggy Stygian
fen, surrounded by devils, and he had found his bounds without a doubt, three little stones, where a stake had been driven, and looking nearer, I saw that the Prince of Darkness was his surveyor.
Him followed his next Mate, Both glorying to have scap't the STYGIAN
flood As Gods, and by their own recover'd strength, Not by the sufferance of supernal Power.
My soul, from this strait prison-house set free, As o'er the Stygian
lake it floats along, Thy praises singing still shall hold its way, And make the waters of oblivion stay.
Then the ape-man turned and glided into the Stygian
darkness of the hut's interior.
a saintly soul floats on the Stygian
river; And, Guy De Vere, hast thou no tear?
The things which the Stygian
darkness hid from my objective eye could not have been half so wonderful as the pictures which my imagination wrought as it conjured to life again the ancient peoples of this dying world and set them once more to the labours, the intrigues, the mysteries and the cruelties which they had practised to make their last stand against the swarming hordes of the dead sea bottoms that had driven them step by step to the uttermost pinnacle of the world where they were now intrenched behind an impenetrable barrier of superstition.
Here and there the brilliant rays penetrated to earth, but for the most part they only served to accentuate the Stygian
blackness of the jungle's depths.
Thewed like some giant god was Carthoris of Helium, yet in the clutches of these unseen creatures of the pit's Stygian
night he was helpless as a frail woman.
By striking numerous matches the Belgian at last found what he sought, and when, a moment later, the sickly rays relieved the Stygian
darkness about him, he breathed a nervous sigh of relief, for the impenetrable gloom had accentuated the terrors of his situation.
Bertha Kircher was no coward, whatever else she may have been, but as night began to close down around her she could not shut out from her mind entirely contemplation of the terrors of the long hours ahead before the rising sun should dissipate the Stygian
gloom--the horrid jungle night--that lures forth all the prowling, preying creatures of destruction.
Tarzan and Sheeta, however, were of a different mind, for neither of them feared the jungle night, and the insistent craving of their hunger sent them off into the Stygian
blackness of the forest in search of prey.