It is true that once, in another continent, by the light of a campfire, I saw the long, liana-like body of a harmless tree-snake wind down from one of my fronded bed-posts and, like a living woof following its shuttle, weave a passing pattern of emerald through the pale meshes.
"Edge of the Jungle"
William Beebe
A question is asked, and its answer comes back as the shuttle returns with the woof!
"The History of Peru"
Henry S. Beebe
And when the darting shuttle of his thought reminded him that Myra did not shrink from it, he went out to the front room and with his body sunk deep in a leather chair he fell to pondering on this.
"The Hidden Places"
Bertrand W. Sinclair