The freshest marks here were those of a long-limbed old ranger-a monster he must have been-with a clear reach of a foot above his nearest rival.
"Ways of Wood Folk"
William J. Long
In the shadow of a low ridge I had built my blind among some bushes, near the freshest water.
"Ways of Wood Folk"
William J. Long
Should I, however, in the course of my loiterings about this old mansion, see or hear anything curious, that might serve to vary the monotony of this every-day life, I shall not fail to report it for the reader's entertainment: For freshest wits I know will soon be wearie Of any book, how grave so e'er it be, Except it have odd matter, strange and merrie, Well sauc'd with lies and glared all with glee.
"Bracebridge Hall, or The Humorists"
Washington Irving