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Updated: May 3, 2025

"A sweat's awful good for a cold like she's got," he volunteered practically. "She's out of her head or she was when I found her. But I reckon that's mostly scare, from being lost all night. Give her a good sweat, why don't you?" He reached the doorstep and then turned back to add, "She left a grip back somewhere along the road. I'll go hunt it up, I reckon."

B. M. Bower - Sawtooth Ranch

The husband rose from his supper, and went up to the hearth where she sat. "Turn round to the light," said he; "why, Mary dear, in the name of wondher, what ails you? for you're like a corpse, sure enough. Can't you tell us what has happened, or what put you in such a state? Why, childhre, the cowld sweat's teemin' off her!"

William Carleton - Phil Purcel, The Pig-Driver; The Geography Of An Irish Oath; The Lianhan Shee: Traits And Stories Of The Irish Peasantry, The Works of: William Carleton, Volume Three

"A sweat's awful good for a cold like she's got," he volunteered practically. "She's out of her head or she was when I found her. But I reckon that's mostly scare, from being lost all night. Give her a good sweat, why don't you?" He reached the doorstep and then turned back to add, "She left a grip back somewhere along the road. I'll go hunt it up, I reckon."

B. M. Bower - The Quirt

"Gordlummy, look at the d -d flies!" "Curse the sun; sweat's trickling down me back." "And curse all the d -d issue..." "What the holy son of Moses did we join for?" We growled and groaned and cursed our luck. The sweat ran down under our pith helmets and soaked in a stream from under our armpits. We trudged to our camping-place along the shore.

John Hargrave - At Suvla Bay : Being the notes and sketches of scenes, characters and adventures of the Dardanelles campaign, made by John Hargrave ("White Fox") while serving with the 32nd field ambulance, X division, Mediterranean expeditionary force, during the great war.

My bed-fellow and another then ventured down the ladder, and I heard one of them then saying: "Lord be wi' us! What can be i' the house? The sweat's rinning off the poor beasts like water." They agreed to sally out together, and if possible to reach the kitchen and bring a light.

James Hogg - The Private Memoirs and Confessions of a Justified Sinner

"Make it, then," said the bee she had grappled. The spoken word snapped the current through the cluster. It shook and glistened like a cat's fur in the dark. "Unhook!" it murmured. "No wax for any one to-day." "You lazy thieves! Hang up at once and produce our wax," said the bees below. "Impossible! The sweat's gone. To make your wax we must have stillness, warmth, and food. Unhook! Unhook!"

Rudyard Kipling - Actions and Reactions