[…] wheezing and grunting he hunched across the room.

Trucks disappeared over precipices, rail cars were shunted into the saltchuck, and donkey engines collapsed from old age. […] However, if it was abandoned anywhere near the saltchuck, it was probably picked up by one of the entrepreneurs […]

Neither was it any newes upon this Guild-day to have the Cathedrall now open on all ſides to be filled with Muskatiers, wayting for the Majors returne, drinking and tobacconing as freely as if it had turn'd Alehouſe.

As a reporter, I became aware of the problems whistleblowers face closehanded back when I was covering government and local government in Des Moines, Iowa.