They were the terror of old ladies travelling in omnibuses. Sometimes in the middle of a drive down one of the principal streets, Harry's black face gleamed through the windows of the omnibus, and, instead of entering by the door, he climbed in through the window, singing his wild melodies and his snatches of comic songs in cobbled English as he did so.
1887, Harriet W. Daly, Digging, Squatting, and Pioneering Life in the Northern Territory of South Australia, page 84