The clothing was soaking in a washbin when police arrived to investigate the soldier's modest dwelling.

I have Drank and Victual’d at Sir Humphrey’s for a Months Famine I am to endure here—I am hung round with Bottles and ſtuft full of Proviſion; will you eat a Pullet?

Our constitution is a prescriptive constitution; it is a constitution, whose sole authority is, that it has existed time out of mind.

Townsend hare inhabit this area, particularly above the cabin, and a skier is likely to have one explode from a tree well and disappear into the whiteness as he skis by. Life is a constant bivouac for them -- they spend days huddled in tree wells during storms -- but I suspect they are as content and warm in their luxurious coats as we are in a cabin.