Stas' head swam, his Lungs seemed choked, and the sand blinded him.
"In Desert and Wilderness"
Henryk Sienkiewicz
The groaning again resounded, as though it came from under the ground; deep, heavy, strained, as if the beast with difficulty drew it from its powerful Lungs.
"In Desert and Wilderness"
Henryk Sienkiewicz
Your hands, blackened and burned"-her voice quivered-"your Lungs perhaps scorched-what of these?"
"The Man from Jericho"
Edwin Carlile Litsey