James Fenimore Cooper,
The Prairie — Chapter XXXII
(1827)
“ The teeth of the squatter were compressed, and his huge hand grasped the rifle, as if it would crush the metal. Then came a lull, a fresher blast, and a cry of horror that seemed to have been uttered at the very portals of his ears. A sort of echo burst involuntarily from his own lips, as men shout under unnatural excitement, and throwing his rifle across his shoulder he proceeded towards the rock with the strides of a giant.It was not often that the blood of Ishmael moved at the rate with which the fluid circulates in the veins of ordinary men ”
