Mebbe it was the sun in 'em, but they sure was yeller.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
First the leaves shuddered and rustled, and grew moist; then they slowly turned yeller, curling up as if they'd been frost-bitten, only sadder.
"Tales from the Veld"
Ernest Glanville
Well, I made a long skoff the next day, crossed the Modder River, and no sooner'd we get across than the river came down with a rush, brimming full with a boiling yeller flood right up to the lip of the steep banks.
"Tales from the Veld"
Ernest Glanville