Johann David Wyss,
The Swiss Family Robinson — Chapter 15
“ Towards evening, as we sat in the verandah listening to Fritz's account of his trip round the Cape, an extraordinary hollow roaring noise sounded from the swamp, not unlike the angry bellowing of a bull. The dogs barked, and the family rose in excitement; but I remarked a look of quiet humour in Fritz's eye, as he stood leaning against one of the verandah pillars, watching Jack, who, in some confusion, started off towards the marsh. “Come back, you silly boy!” cried his mother; “the child has not so much as a pistol, and is rushing off alone to face he knows not what!” ”
