Arthur Conan Doyle,
Sir Nigel — Chapter XVI
(1906)
“ Far off upon the distant sky-line, half hidden by the heave of the waves, was the low white fringe of cliffs which skirted England. Between him and them lay the broad blue Channel, seamed and flecked with flashing foam, for a sharp sea was running and the few ships in sight were laboring heavily. Nigel's eyes traversed the wide-spread view, rejoicing in the change from the gray wall of his cramped chamber. Finally they settled upon a strange object at his very feet.It was a long trumpet-shaped engine of leather and iron bolted into a rude wooden stand and fitted with wheels. ”
