The water swirling gently at the base of the muscular willow crowding the brook was the color of pea soup, and so deep that the bottom was invisible—a feature so dramatic on this small ribbon of water that it qualified as an authentic honey hole. This is the angler's catch phrase for one of those rare, reliable places that always hold fish.

[…] and it contains a very good selection of shrubs and herbaceous plants, which, having good soil and plentiful drenchings of water from a garden-engine all the summer, thrive to admiration.

If either of you know any inward impediment, why you should not be conjoined, I charge you, on your souls, to utter it.

Earlier the gentleman from California (Mr. Cardoza) got up on the floor, and he was upset that somebody had said that the underlying bill would eviscerate the Endangered Species Act.