When it came in, she took her place, and away the train went, at no breakneck speed, down the wide valley of the Ouse, which, even on this cold December morning, looked pleasant and cheerful enough.
"The Beautiful Wretch; The Pupil of Aurelius; and The Four Macnicols"
William Black
Chapter Twenty-Four: Troston I doubt if the name of this small Suffolk village, remote from towns and railroads, will have any literary associations for the reader, unless he be a person of exceptionally good memory, who has taken a special interest in the minor poets of the last century; or that it would help him if I add the names of Honington and Sapiston, two other small villages a couple of miles from Troston, with the slow sedgy Little Ouse, or a branch of it, flowing between them.
"Afoot in England"
W.H. Hudson
Three miles to the west from here is the great river you call the Ouse, it is on the other side of that where we dwell.
"Beric the Briton A Story of the Roman Invasion"
G. A. Henty