Word: bitten
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However, since only about twenty hardy souls watched the playoff as the evening drew to a cold, dark close, several cases of over-bitten nails emerged as the most serious medical emergencies...
...true brew fancier, amber waves of grain mean only one thing: the chief ingredient of beer. Hard-bitten guzzlers find that nothing quenches as happily as the kind that comes straight from the barrel. It can be found on draft, at taverns-the places Patrick Henry called "cradles of liberty." So they still are, only now the liberty is freedom of choice. There, across the stretches of mahogany are pump handles gleaming with the promise of alchemy. Somewhere at the other end of the pipe, malt, hops and yeast have been transformed into a series of heady potions...
...Hardin. Because nearly all the victims lived in wooded areas heavily infested with insects, and because the cases usually cropped up at the height of the insect season, the Yale doctors had good reason to suspect that the carrier was a bug. Indeed, some of the victims remembered being bitten by a tick, although their blood has shown no specific signs of a bacterial or viral invasion. Yet recently the Yale doctors found an important clue: sampled early in the course of the disease, the blood of some victims revealed telltale proteins called cryoglobulins,* which may be linked...
...official in Maryland's Somerset County calls it "an aggravation." Some of Somerset's oft-bitten residents would describe it in considerably stronger terms. Because of heavy rainfall, muggy weather and high tides that keep water overly long in the salt marshes of the state's Eastern Shore, the area is aswarm with mosquitoes. To determine how bad the infestation really is, the state's department of agriculture sent human volunteers into a mosquito-infested marsh and had them stand still for 60 seconds. As many as 100 mosquitoes per minute landed on the volunteers...
...anywhere one turned in the road one was apt to see a bent old man and a stiff-necked little boy--trudging along a country road together or plodding along the mainstreet of a town. The world I am speaking of isn't the hard-bitten, monkey-trial world of East Tennessee that everybody knows about, but a gentler world...around Nashville which...to the first settlers...was known somewhat romantically, and ironically, and incorrectly even, as the Miro District...