Moist, merry fellows, in Belcher handkerchiefs, whose bulk is a little assisted by malt liquors.
"Bracebridge Hall, or The Humorists"
Washington Irving
Belcher Point was passed at midnight of the 7th of August, just as the sun sank under the horizon for the first time.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook
This floe drifted to and fro, and slowly took us to Belcher Point, where we landed to determine our fate.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook