...sloshed all dripping up the stair, Up to an attic room a-glare With candle-shine and lightning-flare— With little draughts that moved its hair A wrinkled mummy sat a-stare, Rigid, huddling in a chair. I thought at first the thing was dead Until ... — Carolina Chansons - Legends of the Low Country • DuBose Heyward and Hervey Allen
... wagon cook that ever sloshed dishwater over the tail-gate, and even better than that in a ranch-house kitchen," the loquacious one modestly assured him. "But I can't do justice to the meals when I lay out to do all the chores within four miles and run myself thin collecting scraps and squaw wood to keep ... — The Settling of the Sage • Hal G. Evarts
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