The only women in the town were the storekeeper's wife, and a fat old haybag who had been scalped by Indians at the mouth of the Musselshell a few years before, and was laying up with the barber.

The inflated balloons danced in the breeze.

Thenceforth to speculations high or deep / I turned my thoughts, and with capacious mind / Considered all things visible.

[…] the Minister should come in here and use the occasion of the making of his statement on such an important matter as the Estimate for his Department as a political score-off on his opponents.