Susanna Moodie,
Roughing it in the Bush — Chapter XXII: The Fire
“ We went chatting along, talking over the news of the evening, Hector running on before us, when I saw a pair of eyes glare upon us from the edge of the swamp, with the green, bright light emitted by the eyes of a cat."Did you see those terrible eyes, Moodie?" and I clung, trembling, to his arm."What eyes?" said he, feigning ignorance. "It's too dark to see anything. The light is nearly gone, and, if you don't quicken your pace, and cross the tree before it goes out, you will, perhaps, get your feet wet by falling into the creek.""Good Heavens! I saw them again; and do just look at the dog." ”
