L. Frank Baum,
The Marvelous Land of Oz — Chapter 9…
(1904)
“ Once outside the walls of the Emerald City he dashed along the road to the West with fast and violent leaps that shook the breath out of the boy and filled the Scarecrow with wonder.Jack had ridden at this mad rate once before, so he devoted every effort to holding, with both hands, his pumpkin head upon its stick, enduring meantime the dreadful jolting with the courage of a philosopher."Slow him up! Slow him up!" shouted the Scarecrow. "My straw is all shaking down into my legs."But Tip had no breath to speak, so the Saw-Horse continued his wild career unchecked and with unabated speed. ”
