I do hate to see a clean cloth all spotted with jell, even if it is a picnic when people think it doesn't make any difference.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
The boy sat up on the saddle-cloth and for some time struggled with sleep; he did not realize where he was and what had happened to him.
"In Desert and Wilderness"
Henryk Sienkiewicz
So when all had fallen asleep he burst into a flood of tears, and, lying on a piece of saddle-cloth, he wept long, like the child which, after all, he still was.
"In Desert and Wilderness"
Henryk Sienkiewicz