The impression left on my mind by my visitor is just as though a grasshopper had leapt upon my window-sill from the garden-bed, and sate there awhile, with his blank eyes, his long, impassive, horse-like face, twiddling his whisks and sawing out a whizzing note with his dry arm.
"The Silent Isle"
Arthur Christopher Benson
And then she suddenly withdraws her arm, runs forward a few steps, calls out "catch me," and whisks away.
"The Silent Mill"
Hermann Sudermann
Lightly as a flying bird, when it whisks itself in a short semicircle past a tree or a bough, she sprang aside and swung around to the rear of him, where she could continue her course toward the town.
"Alice of Old Vincennes"
Maurice Thompson