The Entail; or, The Lairds of Grippy
'This snuff is just as like a hippopotamus as the other sort that was sae like it was like a linty; and nothing could be plainer; for even now when I hae't in my nostril, I think I see the creature wallowing and wantoning in some wide river in a lown sunny day, wi' its muckle glad e'en, wamling wi' delight in its black head, as it lies lapping in the clear caller water, wi' its red tongue, twirling and twining round its ivory teeth, and every now and then giving another lick.'