The verdure of the country was lost in places beneath long sheets of yellow; carobs were shining like knobs of coral; vine branches drooped from the tops of the sycamores; the murmuring of the water could be heard; crested larks were hopping about, and the sun's latest fires gilded the carapaces of the tortoises as they came forth from the reeds to inhale the breeze.
"Salammbo"
Gustave Flaubert
The surfaces that had been the smooth metallic carapaces with the tiny eyes deep within them, crumbled beneath the lightest blow.
"The Metal Monster"
A. Merritt
They had been pitched upon their backs and were unable to turn themselves over, and their big carapaces served admirably for sliders.
"The Second Deluge"
Garrett P. Serviss