Word: thinly
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...ladies, boys and girls, - of all ages, from fifteen to thirty, - married and single, engaged, and still to have that pleasure. Instead of sleds they are dragging up the hill "taboggins," which is the Indian sled, and which finds a mate in the bark canoe. They are made of thin pieces of cedar-wood, which have been planed perfectly smooth; these pieces are bent up at the front so as to form a sort of runner, but the boards themselves lie flat on the snow, being fastened together above, so that the bottom is smooth. They are made...
...tell quaint fables of learned animals of the olden time; for even now, here in our midst, several species of this animal are found. To speak scientifically, literary butterflies are bipeds, of the genus Homo. Their bodies are regularly shaped and their wings, though formed of thin tissues of imagination, often grow to great size. Breaking out from the cocoon of indifference to every mental pursuit which often surrounds their boyhood or girlhood, - for the females of this species are more numerous than the males, - they see the wide field of literature spread invitingly before them. Guided by the whim...
...begins his work by pointing us down into the abyss of the unknowable. Alpine travellers tell us that sometimes a terrible abyss is bridged over by a reach of hard drifted snow, so solid that one can walk over it, for the most part, in security; so thin that a stroke of the alpenstock will pierce it, leaving an opening through which may be discerned the blue vacancy beneath. Herbert Spencer drives his staff through the thin stratum of drifted words, of consolidated forms of thought, of congealed tradition which we have felt to be so solid beneath our feet...
They stretched a chain - 't was not too thin...
...could he always have before him the picture of good nature and repose which is depicted in the sleek countenance of a well-bred cow. But come, we must catch this sunset from the top of the hill. Nothing to equal this in Italy, eh? Atmosphere there is too thin, and the sky too colorless. Just look at the reflection in the pond below you. You get the effect of infinite space below as well as above, - one sea of gold imperceptibly yet rapidly shifting into all the colors of the spectroscope. What wonderful massing of clouds, too! - Swiss mountains...