I got it whilst on active service during the Indian Mutiny, when it was a wee thing, smaller than a rat.
"Natural History of the Mammalia of India and Ceylon" by Robert A. Sterndale
No Red Indian of the prairie ever sat with more statuesque rigidity, watching his foe, than did these two friends sit watching that rat.
"Post Haste" by R.M. Ballantyne
At that distant date it was anything but promising; and its prominent industries were Indians, musk-rats, and scenery.
"Second Book of Tales" by Eugene Field
The second white man, who was younger and looked less like a drowned rat, remained in the bow, staring back in apprehension at the Indian.
"Ruth Fielding on the St. Lawrence" by Alice B. Emerson
This was not some nameless Indian or some river rat knifed in a taproom brawl.
"Shaman" by Robert Shea
We decided to get money for the Indian troops by selling Tommy's white rats, and I was to lend Tommy my Jew's harp for a week as my share.
"Punch or the London Charivari, Vol. 147, December 2, 1914" by Various
Sometimes also the Hutia, or great Indian rat of the island, dies and leaves its bones in the caves.
"Principles of Geology" by Charles Lyell
Two young Indians followed us in their canoes, bringing some musk-rat skins, and fish for sale.
"Narrative of a Second Expedition to the Shores of the Polar Sea" by John Franklin