1887. J. Farrell, `How: he died,' p. 20:
«Whose `dart' for the Looard
Was to appear the justest steward
That ever hiked a plate round.»
1890. `The Argus,' Aug. 9, p. 4, col. 2:
«When I told them of my `dart,' some were contemptuous,others incredulous.»
1892. Rolf Boldrewood, `Nevermore,' p. 22:
«Your only dart is to buy a staunch horse with a tip-cart.»
1895. Modern:
«`Fresh strawberries eh! – – that's my dart,' says the bushmanwhen he sees the fruit lunch in Collins-street.»