References in classic literature ?
When the fox felt the first string, he started so that he one leg, from pain, but he bore it, and still kept his tail high in the air; at the second sting, he was forced to put it down for a moment; at the third, he could hold out no longer, screamed, and put his tail between his legs.
Across his shoulders he bore a burden of fresh-killed meat.
He bore a huge club in his hand and his round owl eyes blinked fiercely upon the intruder.