Farther up the creek was a buzzing monster that, creaking and snorting, sent a flashing disk, rimmed with sharp teeth, biting a savage way through a log, that screamed with pain as the brutal thing tore through its vitals, and gave up its life each time with a ghost-like cry of agony.
— from The Trail of the Lonesome Pine by Fox, John, Jr.

When they did get up in line each one flung out a paddle.
— from Annette, the Metis Spy: A Heroine of the N.W. Rebellion by J. E. (Joseph Edmund) Collins

Love guards us in life, even in sleep.
— from A Key to Lord Tennyson's 'In Memoriam' by Alfred Gatty