Breaking camp the next morning, I asked Kent Frost about the origin of the term slickrock. “It isn’t necessarily limited to any particular geological formation?” I asked. ¶ “No, it isn’t,” Kent said. “It’s more like the whole country is slickrock, even where it’s crumbling away.”

Pray, Mr. Knightley, said Emma, who had been smiling to herself through a great part of this speech, how do you know that Mr. Martin did not speak yesterday?

Come de daybreak you hear de guinea fowls start potracking down at de edge of de woods lot, and den de roosters all start up 'round de barn and de ducks finally wake up and jine in.

He told everyone what he wanted to do in the Park, and when some of them disagreed, he said straight out, five by five, how stupid he thought they were.