Theodore Winthrop,
The Canoe and the Saddle — Chapter XII
“ The fire roared, and there was another roaring. Ferdinand snored roaringly from his coiled position among the traps. A snore is the expression of gratitude for sleep, not less genuine for its unconsciousness. Every breath is a plaudit to Morpheus, the burlesque of a sigh of joy. Snoring is to sleep what laughter is to waking. Fudnun’s snore in the solitary woods, among the great inarticulate facts of nature, was society and conversation. ”
