Once a dark, clumsy tapir stared at us from a gap in the bushes, and then lumbered away through the forest; once, too, the yellow, sinuous form of a great puma whisked amid the brushwood, and its green, baleful eyes glared hatred at us over its tawny shoulder.
1912, Arthur Conan Doyle, The Lost World […], London, New York, N.Y.: Hodder and Stoughton