Oliver Optic,
Down South; or, Yacht Adventure in Florida
“ On the log, coiled up, with his head in the middle and resting on one of the folds of his body, was a moccasin snake just like the one I had seen in the attic room of Captain Boomsby's house. "Mercy!" exclaimed Miss Margie. "It is a snake! Let us get away from here!" "Don't be alarmed, Miss Tiffany," interposed the guide. "He is fast asleep." "But he may wake, and bite some of us," insisted Miss Margie. "If he wakes, the first thing he will do will be to run away. It is a moccasin, and his bite is poisonous; but he can't bite in the water." ”
