Jules Verne,
The Mysterious Island — Chapter 2
(1874)
“ No! the storm did not abate, and neither Jonathan Forster nor his companions dreamed of confronting it in that frail car.It would be a terrible journey. The engineer only feared one thing; it was that the balloon, held to the ground and dashed about by the wind, would be torn into shreds. For several hours he roamed round the nearly- deserted square, surveying the apparatus. Pencroft did the same on his side, his hands in his pockets, yawning now and then like a man who did not know how to kill the time, but really dreading, like his friend, either the escape or destruction of the balloon. ”
