The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil water-way leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky…. – Joseph Conrad
Or those war-clouds that gather on the horizon, dragon-crested, tongued with fire;—how is their barbed strength bridled? what bits are these they are champing with their vaporous lips… – John Ruskin, “The Cloud-Balancings”
My aim then was to whip the rebels, to humble their pride, to follow them to their inmost recesses, and make them fear and dread us. – William Tecumseh Sherman
