Nathaniel Hawthorne,
Tanglewood Tales — The Golden Fleece
(1853)
“ After entering the pasture, the princess paused and looked around."There they are," said she, "reposing them. selves and chewing their fiery cuds in that farthest corner of the field. It will be excellent sport, I assure you, when they catch a glimpse of your figure. My father and all his court delight in nothing so much as to see a stranger trying to yoke them, in order to come at the Golden Fleece. It makes a holiday in Colchis whenever such a thing happens. ”
