1 Mammy carefully dropped the twelve yards of green sprigged muslin over the mountainous petticoats and hooked up the back of the tight, low-cut basque.
2 Her blurred old eyes were bloodshot and red rimmed, and misery cried out in every line of her mountainous figure.
3 The headlights blazed on the clots of ice in the road so that the tiniest lumps gave mountainous shadows, and the taillight cast a circle of ruby on the snow behind.
4 It was in the early morning stillness, when his muscles were swinging to their familiar task and his lungs expanding with long draughts of mountain air, that Ethan did his clearest thinking.
5 Except when he was steering a big log down the mountain to his mill he had never known such a thrilling sense of mastery.
6 The Yankees had taken Chattanooga and then had marched through the mountain passes into Georgia, but they had been driven back with heavy losses.
7 They had been driven back once when they had tried to break through the mountain passes of that region, and they would be driven back again.
8 On the steep sides of the mountain they dug their rifle pits and on the towering heights they planted their batteries.
9 The Yankees couldn't dislodge Old Joe's men and they could hardly flank them now for the batteries on the mountain tops commanded all the roads for miles.
10 Atlanta was crowded with visitors, refugees, families of wounded men in the hospitals, wives and mothers of soldiers fighting at the mountain who wished to be near them in case of wounds.
11 Her eyes met his, hers naked with pleading, his remote as mountain lakes under gray skies.
12 I hates them, like all mountain folks hates them.
13 With the world a possible volcano, the husbandmen were plowing at the base of the mountain.
14 Pushing heavy cannon up mountain defiles, the elephant's brow is majestic.
15 Through the breach, they heard the waters pour, as mountain torrents down a flume.
Moby Dick By Herman MelvilleContext Highlight In CHAPTER 135. The Chase.—Third Day.