Chapter XI The Author´s dangerous voyage…
I began this desperate voyage on February 15, 1714-5, at 9 o´clock in the morning. The wind was very favourable; however, I made use at first only of my paddles; but considering I should soon be weary, and that the wind might chop about, I ventured to set up my little sail; and thus with the help of the tide I went at the rate of a league and a half an hour, as near as I could guess. My master and his friend continued on the shore till I was almost out of sight; and I often heard the sorrel nag ( who always loved me ) crying out,
Hnuy illa nyha majah Yahoo, Take care of thyself, gentle Yahoo.
My design was, if possible, to discover some small island uninhabited, yet sufficient by my labour to furnish me with the necessaries of life, which I would have thought a greater happiness than to be first minister in the politest court of Europe; so horrible was the idea I conceived of returning to live in the society and under the government of Yahoos. For in such a solitude as I desired I could at least enjoy my own thoughts, and reflect with delight on the virtues of those inimitable Houynhnhnms, without any opportunity of degenerating into the vices and coruptions of my own species…

Jonathan Swift “Gulliver´s Travels”, page 305