For awhile it appeared that this counter-strategy would be effective . . .

[…] we remember once hearing a fast man suggest that they were evidently nobs who had overdrawn the badger by driving fast cattle, and going it high — the exact signification of which words we did not understand […]

While we were there a couple of scalies came out and started up the street, but seeing the strikers there they turned around and went back into the saloon.

Mr. Blaine's powers and disposition shone resplendent. . . . the gavel in his practised hand, chiming in with varied tones that aptly enforced his words, from the sharp rat-tat-tat that recalled the House to decorum, to the vigorous thunder that actually drowned unparliamentary speech; rulings, repartee, translucent explanation flashing from his lips as quick as lighting.