It was a water ousel dashing into the foaming cataract and out again, and the spray falling from the sudden bath wrecked the mirror of the pool.
"Nan of Music Mountain"
Frank H. Spearman
She was a handsome brunette-indeed, the squire called her a "black ousel."
"A Cotswold Village"
J. Arthur Gibbs
If there is an open stream the trout go up the lake as far as the water breeds food for them, but the ousel goes farthest, for pure love of it.
"The Land Of Little Rain"
Mary Hunter Austin