Gustave Aimard,
The Bee Hunters: A Tale of Adventure
“ A slight blush overspread the face of Don Fernando."Let us return to the Tigercat," said he. "What have I to dread from this man?""Everything. Concealed in the prairie, like a hideous zopilote (vulture) on its point of rock, this wretch pounces upon the caravans, whatever their strength, and pillages them; he murders in cold blood the solitary travellers whom their evil destiny delivers into his hands: his nets are stretched with such cruel skill, that none may escape him. Listen to me, caballero: give up this journey, or you are a lost man." ”
