James Fenimore Cooper,
The Last of the Mohicans — Chapter 14
(1826)
“ Hist! see you nothing walking on the shore of the pond?""'Tis not probable that any are as houseless as ourselves in this dreary forest.""Such as he may care but little for house or shelter, and night dew can never wet a body that passes its days in the water," returned the scout, grasping the shoulder of Heyward with such convulsive strength as to make the young soldier painfully sensible how much superstitious terror had got the mastery of a man usually so dauntless."By heaven, there is a human form, and it approaches! Stand to your arms, my friends; for we know not whom we encounter." ”
