four-day-old

Updated: May 17, 2025

But my fingers were stiff and my touch was wooden so it was small wonder my poor lord and master tried to bury himself in his four-day-old newspaper. Then I tried Schubert's Rosamonde, though that wasn't much of a success. So I wandered on through Liszt to Chopin. And even Chopin struck me as too soft and sugary and far-away for a homesteader's wife, so I sang

Arthur Stringer - The Prairie Mother

The train crew was playing poker for small stakes. Garrison had joined them. For a time Dave watched, then read a four-day-old newspaper through to the last advertisement. The hum of the wheels made him drowsy. He stretched out comfortably on the seat with his coat for a pillow. When he awoke it was beginning to get dark. Garrison had left the caboose, evidently to have a look at the stock.

William MacLeod Raine - Gunsight Pass: How Oil Came to the Cattle Country and Brought a New West