He is dead, dear Mother; for just now a very huge beast with four great feet came to the pool and crushed him to death with his cloven
As they have cloven
feet, they sometimes strike up the stones when they run, which gave occasion to the notion that they threw stones at the hunters, a relation equally to be credited with those of their eating fire and digesting iron.
For a moment the bull stood bellowing and quivering with pain and rage, its cloven
hoofs widespread, its tail lashing viciously from side to side, and then, in a mad orgy of bucking it went careening about the arena in frenzied attempt to unseat its rending rider.
It was ribbed with sharp, steep ridges and cloven
with narrow canyons, and here and there on the heights, rocky upheavals shaped themselves into mimic battlements and castles; and out of rifted clouds came broad shafts of sunlight, that painted summit, and slope and glen, with bands of fire, and left belts of somber shade between.
About midway between the head and the mouth of Macarger's Gulch, the hill on the right as you ascend is cloven
by another gulch, a short dry one, and at the junction of the two is a level space of two or three acres, and there a few years ago stood an old board house containing one small room.
Some more potent upheaval had cloven
a great slice from the marble mantel.
Don't look away from me to that cloven
tree; it is a bad omen.
This gorge--along whose bottom pours the swift Neckar-- is confined between (or cloven
through) a couple of long, steep ridges, a thousand feet high and densely wooded clear to their summits, with the exception of one section which has been shaved and put under cultivation.
Across the Tanner's shoulders was slung his stout quarterstaff, ever near enough to him to be gripped quickly, and on his head was a cap of doubled cowhide, so tough that it could hardly be cloven
even by a broadsword.
I myself saw you struck down by the fierce Templar towards the end of the storm at Torquilstone, and as I thought, and Wamba reported, your skull was cloven
through the teeth.
There will be no such thing as living with him—they are both bad shots though, mere chance—mere chance—now, I never fired twice at a cloven
foot in my life—it is hit or miss with me—dead or run away-had it been a bear, or a wild-cat, a man might have wanted both barrels.
1855: The 'Devil's Footprints' appeared in snowbound South Devon - 100 miles of cloven
hoofprints, eight inches apart in a single line and measuring four inches by two.