envigored

Updated: May 7, 2025

She ran, her shawl drawn about her head ran with long, free stride, her limbs envigored by fear, her full-bosomed body heaving chokingly. The smoke was now in the air, and up the unshorn valley came the fire remorselessly, licking up the under lying layer of sun-cured grass which a winter's snow had matted down. She could never reach the ridge now. Her overburdened lungs functioned but little.

Emerson Hough - The Covered Wagon