Trying the other day to imitate the honking of geese, I found myself flapping my sides with my elbows, as with wings, and uttering something like the syllables mow-ack with a nasal twang and twist in my head; and I produced their note so perfectly in the opinion of the hearers that I thought I might possibly draw a flock down.
Source: Daily Observations: Thoreau on the Days of the Year (2005), edited by Steve Grant
Henry David Thoreau (1817-1862)
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