I am just re-reading a schooldays' favourite, Prester John, set in South Africa in the late nineteenth century. The hero, a young Scot called David Crawfurd, has been sent there to work. At one point in the narrative, a valley reminds him of home:
"It was like a water-meadow at home, such a place as I had often in boyhood searched for mosscheepers' and corncrakes' eggs."
What's a mosscheeper? And when did you last have corncrakes' eggs for breakfast?
PS If you enjoy reading books that are gloriously politically incorrect, I reckon John Buchan's Prester John is outrageous enough to cause a bishop to kick a hole in a stained-glass window.