Hugh Pendexter,
The Young Timber-cruisers; or, Fighting the Spruce Pirates
(1911)
“ On and on with the enraged grumble ever drawing nearer he raced, clearing obstacles in a manner that would have won him much applause on a hurdle track. But at last exhausted nature rebelled, and with a low moan of despair he fell over to the ground, face downward. ”
