"1" . _:vb6861126 . _:vb6861127 . . _:vb6861126 "Pop, would go one of the eight-inch guns; a small flame would dart and vanish, a little white smoke would disappear, a tiny projectile would give a feeble screech - and nothing happened."@en . _:vb6861127 "So he scraped and scratched and scrabbled and scrooged and then he scrooged again and scrabbled and scratched and scraped, working busily with his little paws and muttering to himself, 'Up we go! Up we go!' till at last, pop! his snout came out into the sunlight, and he found himself rolling in the warm grass of a great meadow."@en . _:vb6861125 . _:vb6861126 "1899 February, Joseph Conrad, \u201CThe Heart of Darkness\u201D, in Blackwood\u2019s Edinburgh Magazine, volume CLXV, number M, New York, N.Y.: The Leonard Scott Publishing Company,\u00A0[\u2026], \u2192OCLC, part I, page 203:"@en . _:vb6861127 "1908, Kenneth Grahame, The Wind in the Willows, New York: Charles Scribner's Sons, page 2:"@en . _:vb6861125 "A loud, sharp sound, as of a cork coming out of a bottle."@en .