Julian Hawthorne,
The Men of the Dark
(1906)
“ As we talked the humming-birds came back to the trumpet-flowers for their evening repast, and methought how much more agreeable are they than devil-birds; how much more pleasant are trees and flowers than veta madres, and the living vault of heaven than domes of rigid rock, however bespangled with precious crystals—nay, how much sweeter and lovelier was Yotalu than the grisly Men of the Dark! And yet Yotalu was no beauty. Meanwhile the mule, stabled between two of the great flanges of the fig-tree, munched his provender, stamped his neat hoofs and wagged his slender ears in peace. ”
