more-pork

There was the clear starlit sky, the rushing river, and the stunted trees on the mountain-side; the woodhens cried, and the "more-pork" hooted out her two monotonous notes exactly as they had done years since; one moment, and time had so flown backwards that youth came bounding back to him with the return of his youth's surroundings; the next, and the intervening twenty years -- most of them grim ones -- rose up mockingly before him, and the buoyancy of hope yielded to the despondency of admitted failure.

Erewhon Revisited Samuel Butler 1868