The downcast eyes that looked neither to the right nor left-at the golden wheat or the broad fields of barley-were keenly watching the ears of the team, and noting how one of the leaders Lathered and flung white froth upon the dust.
"Hodge and His Masters"
Richard Jefferies
Eben smiled up into his daughter's face as he Lathered his hairy hands.
"Stories of the Foot-hills"
Margaret Collier Graham
Yo' pa was allas fur lettin' yo' off, but I Lathered yo' mo'n once, chile, an' so saved yo' fo' yo' luck."
"A Son of the Hills"
Harriet T. Comstock