That day as I went into the vault I saw under a lower shelf—the Devil drew my eyes that way—a bank note.
— from Thoroughbreds by William Alexander Fraser

His situation was still any thing but a pleasant one, but he was sanguine of reaching the vessel in safety, until a long-drawn-out bay came echoing through the woods, and drove the blood back upon his heart.
— from Frank on the Lower Mississippi by Harry Castlemon

His meadow-lands yield him from three-quarters of a ton to a whole ton of hay, which is regularly spoiled in curing, regularly left out for a month, very irregularly stacked up, and left for the cattle to pull out at their pleasure, and half-eat and half-trample underfoot.
— from Pleasant Talk About Fruits, Flowers and Farming by Henry Ward Beecher