James Fenimore Cooper,
The Last of the Mohicans — Chapter 32
(1826)
“ Before taking the leap, however, the Huron paused, and shaking his hand at the scout, he shouted: "The pale faces are dogs! the Delawares women! Magua leaves them on the rocks, for the crows!" Laughing hoarsely, he made a desperate leap, and fell short of his mark, though his hands grasped a shrub on the verge of the height. The form of Hawkeye had crouched like a beast about to take its spring, and his frame trembled so violently with eagerness that the muzzle of the half-raised rifle played like a leaf fluttering in the wind. ”
