" I, Jos? da Silvestra, who am now dying of hunger in the little cave here no snow is on the north side of the nipple of the southernmost of the two mountains I have named Sheba's Breasts, write this in the year 1590 with a cleft bone upon a remnant of my raiment, my blood being the ink. "

― H. Rider Haggard , King Solomon's Mines (Allan Quatermain, #1)