The wild dove has its nest, and the worm a clod of earth, Each man a country, but the Pole a grave!
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
Dalenbagh, of the American Geographical Society, and of the "worm Diggers' Union," polly-like, also repeated this charge.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook
The Ancient Maiden was a book-worm, and devoured everything she heard of; but only with a determination to tear it to pieces, for of course no one could hope to amuse or instruct a lady of forty-five, who not only knew everything worth knowing already, but who had taught school in her younger days on the strength of a certificate ranging from ninety-eight to ninety-nine.
"The Mystery of the Locks"
Edgar Watson Howe