From daylight until now you and I have walked; we have wasted our strength now in looking for water for the others.
— from Journals of Two Expeditions of Discovery in North-West and Western Australia, Volume 2 by Grey, George, Sir

Honest Robert Morris was trotting around from door to door upon New Year's morning, hat in hand, begging for dollars to assist his friend George Washington, and the cause of liberty, and the suffering army; and Seymour, become as it were a soldier, and with Philip for esquire, was waiting to take what he could get, be the amount ever so little, back to General Washington.
— from For Love of Country: A Story of Land and Sea in the Days of the Revolution by Cyrus Townsend Brady

"We have had but this one chance of giving the order; if it is not done now, it cannot be done until next year.
— from A Fair Mystery: The Story of a Coquette by Charlotte M. Brame

Thus matters drifted until New York and other middle i. 29 Atlantic States discovered that it was impossible under the impotent Articles of Confederation to regulate commerce in waters bordered by two or more States.
— from A Political History of the State of New York, Volumes 1-3 by De Alva Stanwood Alexander

Hers had been one of the successful alliances, and after living a few years in Berlin she had quite looked down upon New Yorkers, and had made herself exceedingly unpopular during her one brief visit to her relatives.
— from The Shuttle by Frances Hodgson Burnett

Unfortunately, this depletion of reserves came at precisely the time when the demand upon New York banks for loans was greatest.
— from Problems in American Democracy by Thames Williamson

It carries one through experiences that hearten and brighten the day.”— Utica, N. Y., Observer.
— from Copper Coleson's Ghost by Edward P. Hendrick

Sometimes we decided upon New York city; then a village in the State of New York; but I think Henry's preference was a Canadian town.
— from Autobiography of a Female Slave by Martha Griffith Browne

Ernest Anstruther, from the hour of my mother's death until now, you have most barbarously injured me, but mortal man must not keep up immortal anger.
— from Modern Flirtations: A Novel by Catherine Sinclair