He ran between ten and twenty paces when a hairy arm wound around him, he was lifted off his feet, and the monster, black as night, began to fly with him to the precipice.
"In Desert and Wilderness"
Henryk Sienkiewicz
Before he could shout for the guard shadowy figures rose up around him, silently closing great hairy hands over his mouth and dragging him back across the road.
"The Instant of Now"
Irving E. Cox, Jr.
The hairy man, looking up from his Blue Book for a moment, said that he thought so.
"The Debit Account"
Oliver Onions