L. Frank Baum,
The Flying Girl and Her Chum — 16…
(1912)
“ A quarter of a mile up the little bay was a little dock to which were moored several boats. The largest of these was a sixty-foot launch, which made Madeline's little craft look like a baby. Two sailboats and a trio of rowboats, all rather crude in design, completed the flotilla. On the end of the dock two men stood, motionless, as if awaiting them."Why, they're not natives at all," exclaimed Sybil, in a low voice. "They—they're clothed!" ”
