Contentions, emulations, stomachings, dissensions, detractions […]

If she repented, though at the eleventh hour, it was not too late.

… Pipes, who acted as the enemy's forlorn hope, advanced to the gate with great intrepidity, and clapping his foot to the door, which was none of the ſtouteſt, with the execution and diſpatch of a petard, ſplit it into a thouſand pieces.

But he's not a native midwesterner; he came here from Portland, Oregon, in 1973 to become an architecture student at the U. of I.