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

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.

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