John Galsworthy,
From The Four Winds — 'Tally-ho'…
(1897)
“ This was enough to damp the spirits of a hero. Tally Ho entered the park with a momentarily dejected step, and wandered on to the bridge; but there his dejection ceased, for below him, swimming' in circles, in semi-circles, in parabolas, in zig-zags, were ducks—ducks more sleek and beautiful than any he had ever beheld, and fat—words could not describe the nature of their fatness. Tally Ho sank on his knees, stuck his head through the girders, and gazed. His affections particularly rivetted themselves on two small bronze-green ducks taking first lessons in diving from an attentive parent. ”
