Mayne Reid,
The Hunters' Feast: Conversations Around the Camp Fire
“ Night was coming on, but the fierce and obstinate brute showed no disposition to raise the siege. He remained watchful as ever, walking round and round at intervals, lashing his tail, and uttering that snorting sound so well-known, to the prairie-hunter, and which so much resembles the grunting of hogs when suddenly alarmed. Occasionally he would bellow loudly like the common bull.While watching his various manoeuvres, an object on the ground drew my attention—it was the trail-rope left by my horse. ”
