Jules Verne,
Five Weeks in a Balloon — Chapter Fifteenth…
(1873)
“ Joe, during his absence, had been quietly waiting at the foot of the ladder, where the crowd paid him their most humble respects. Like a genuine son of the moon, he let them keep on. For a divinity, he had the air of a very clever sort of fellow, by no means proud, nay, even pleasingly familiar with the young negresses, who seemed never to tire of looking at him. Besides, he went so far as to chat agreeably with them."Worship me, ladies! worship me!" he said to them. "I'm a clever sort of devil, if I am the son of a goddess." ”
