This time I longed to take my gun, and was half resolved to do so; because it seemed so hard a thing to be shot at and have no chance of shooting; but when I came to remember the steepness and the slippery nature of the waterslide, there seemed but little likelihood of keeping dry the powder.
"Lorna Doone, A Romance of Exmoor"
R. D. Blackmore
Then at the foot of the waterslide, my black hat suddenly appeared, tossing in white foam, and fluttering like a raven wounded.
"Lorna Doone, A Romance of Exmoor"
R. D. Blackmore
The torrent from all the Bagworthy forest, and all the valleys above it, and the great drifts in the glen itself, never could have outlet down my famous waterslide.
"Lorna Doone, A Romance of Exmoor"
R. D. Blackmore