Away we went, not a man jack of us knew for where or what.
— from Old Man Savarin, and Other Stories by Edward William Thomson

Shall we always remember to seek God’s judgment of us, knowing this, that it will some day find us, whether we seek it or not?
— from Florence Nightingale to Her Nurses A selection from Miss Nightingale's addresses to probationers and nurses of the Nightingale school at St. Thomas's hospital by Florence Nightingale

[148] of three and one-half pints of water per day for each man, including the officers, and before we sighted Baker’s Island once more every man Jack of us knew what it was to be thirsty.
— from The Armed Ship America; Or, When We Sailed from Salem by James Otis

One little Topsy sat just opposite us keeping time to the prayer by bobbing her bare heels up and down from a pair of old slippers much too large for her, showing the ragged edges of a heelless stocking, while she eyed "de white folks in de corner."
— from To and Through Nebraska by Frances I. Sims Fulton

Many other barricades had been constructed at various points in South London, such as across the Bridge End Road, Wandsworth, several across the converging roads at St. George’s Circus, and again at the Elephant and Castle, in Bankside, in Tooley Street, where it joins Bermondsey Street, at the approach to the Tower Bridge, in Waterloo Road at its junction with Lower Marsh, across the Westminster Bridge and Kennington Roads, across the Lambeth Road where it joins the Kennington Road, at the junction of Upper Kennington Lane with Harleyford Road, in Victoria Road at the approach to Chelsea Bridge, and in a hundred other smaller thoroughfares.
— from The Invasion of 1910, with a full account of the siege of London by William Le Queux

[816] I suspect that Johanna, like Pope Joan of Engelheim and Janicula, was the fabulous consort of Prester John or Un Khan.
— from Archaic England An Essay in Deciphering Prehistory from Megalithic Monuments, Earthworks, Customs, Coins, Place-names, and Faerie Superstitions by Harold Bayley

“The very same, Fra Miguel, whom you humanely consigned to the Lazaretto of Bexar,—an establishment which has as little relation to 'mercy' as need be; the same who, having resumed the rank and station that belong to him, can afford to forget your cold-hearted desertion.” “San Joachim of Ulloa knows if I did not pay for masses for your soul's repose!”
— from Confessions Of Con Cregan, the Irish Gil Blas by Charles James Lever