He writes from Spa, and after some replies to matters with which we have no concern, proceeds thus:- Of the Revolution, then, and the Three Glorious Days as they are called, I can tell you next to nothing, and for this simple reason, that I was there fighting, shouting, throwing up barricades, singing the 'Marseillaise,' smashing furniture, and shooting my 'Swiss,' like the rest.
"The Martins Of Cro' Martin, Vol. II (of II)"
Charles James Lever
As I now recall that mad race I marvel how we escaped smashing sledges, breaking our limbs, crushing our heads.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook
He was up again in a moment, and after that stuck fast while log after log drove smashing upon the growing mass.
"The Greater Power"
Harold Bindloss W. Herbert Dunton