Thornton W. Burgess,
The Adventures of Jerry Muskrat
“ Yes, Sir, they were hunting for traps set by Farmer Brown's boy, just as Grandfather Frog had advised them to. Jerry Muskrat and Little Joe Otter were hunting together. They were swimming along close to shore just where the Laughing Brook leaves the Smiling Pool, when Jerry wrinkled up his funny little nose and stopped swimming. Sniff, sniff, sniff, went Jerry Muskrat. Then little cold shivers ran down his backbone and way out to the tip of his tail. “What is it?” asked Little Joe Otter. “It's the man-smell,” whispered Jerry. ”
