Never can there come fog
too thick, never can there come mud and mire too deep, to assort with the groping and floundering condition which this High Court of Chancery, most pestilent of hoary sinners, holds this day in the sight of heaven and earth.
that was dispersing on the hill lay still more densely below, where they were descending.
If you think it ain't dismal and lone- some out in a fog
that way by yourself in the night, you try it once -- you'll see.
The shrill little whistle, like the chirping of a cricket amid the cries of great beasts, shot through the fog
from more to the side and swiftly grew faint and fainter.
The steps grew louder, and through the fog
, as through a curtain, there stepped the man whom we were awaiting.
He held them silent with ghastly stories of the "Yo-hoes" on Monomoy Beach, that mock and terrify lonely clam-diggers; of sand-walkers and dune-haunters who were never properly buried; of hidden treasure on Fire Island guarded by the spirits of Kidd's men; of ships that sailed in the fog
straight over Truro township; of that harbour in Maine where no one but a stranger will lie at anchor twice in a certain place because of a dead crew who row alongside at midnight with the anchor in the bow of their old-fashioned boat, whistling - not calling, but whistling - for the soul of the man who broke their rest.
Bazzard returned, accompanied by two waiters--an immovable waiter, and a flying waiter; and the three brought in with them as much fog
as gave a new roar to the fire.
Who that once bends from the line of his march in a fog
can tell when or how to find it again
Breast, throat, face, were wet; the clothing was saturated; drops of water, condensed from the fog
, studded the hair and mustache.
Mate says we must be past Straits of Dover, as in a moment of fog
lifting he saw North Foreland, just as he heard the man cry out.
Next a smoky fog
of clouds covered the whole region densely, and we took to the railway-ties to keep from getting lost.
But the fog
did not lift, and at eleven the sun had not yet shown itself.
Through the fog
I felt my way along by means of my compass.
Just about the same time, the sun had gone down behind the Spy-glass, and as the fog
was collecting rapidly, it began to grow dark in earnest.
From each island proceeded a serpentine trail, by which the cow had rambled away to feed after getting up, at the end of which trail they found her; the snoring puff from her nostrils, when she recognized them, making an intenser little fog
of her own amid the prevailing one.