Nathaniel Hawthorne,
The Man of Adamant
(1851)
“ It entered into the heart of a rocky hill. There was so dense a veil of tangled foliage about it, that none but a sworn lover of gloomy recesses would have dicovered the low arch of its entrance, or have dared to step within its vaulted chamber, where the burning eyes of a panther might encounter him. If Nature meant this remote and dismal cavern for the use of man, it could only be to bury in its gloom the vicims of a pestilence, and then to block up its mouth with stones, and avoid the spot forever after. ”
