Seba Smith,
Way Down East, or, Portraitures of Yankee Life…
(1854)
“ At this the old Panther gave a long, and loud, shrill whoop, that rang through the welkin, and was echoed by forest and hills for miles around."There," said the old man, "now my blessing is on the land and on you. Your ground will always yield an abundance, and you will always prosper."Then Old Myers, the Panther, turned his face to the westward, and took up his solitary march for the distant wilderness. ”
