One earth mother on my street claims a potion of cinnamon sticks, corn syrup, and warm water ended her daughter's grizzliness.

He proved it formally but gave his students no intuitive feel for the matter.

The hut was a bonus, though. It had an enclosed snowporch peppered with hooks and, on the bare board floor, a boot rack and a large, flat stone to serve as a makeshift meat store.

And there is ſuch a thing as Subterraneous Heat, […] [a]s is manifeſt from the ſmoking of perennial Fountains in froſty VVeather, and VVater dravvn out of Pumps and open VVells.