Female Hand Smothering

  • envelop completely; "smother the meat in gravy"
  • causing difficulty in breathing especially through lack of fresh air and presence of heat; "the choking June dust"; "the smothering soft voices"; "smothering heat"; "the room was suffocating--hot and airless"
  • Kill (someone) by covering their nose and mouth so that they suffocate
  • Extinguish (a fire) by covering it
  • Cover someone or something entirely with
  • (smother) clutter: a confused multitude of things
  • Relating to or characteristic of women or female animals
  • being the sex (of plant or animal) that produces fertilizable gametes (ova) from which offspring develop; "a female heir"; "female holly trees bear the berries"
  • characteristic of or peculiar to a woman; "female sensitiveness"; "female suffrage"
  • Of or denoting the sex that can bear offspring or produce eggs, distinguished biologically by the production of gametes (ova) that can be fertilized by male gametes
  • an animal that produces gametes (ova) that can be fertilized by male gametes (spermatozoa)
  • (of a plant or flower) Having a pistil but no stamens
  • guide or conduct or usher somewhere; "hand the elderly lady into the taxi"
  • pass: place into the hands or custody of; "hand me the spoon, please"; "Turn the files over to me, please"; "He turned over the prisoner to his lawyers"
  • The end part of a person's arm beyond the wrist, including the palm, fingers, and thumb
  • A similar prehensile organ forming the end part of a limb of various mammals, such as that on all four limbs of a monkey
  • Operated by or held in the hand
  • the (prehensile) extremity of the superior limb; "he had the hands of a surgeon"; "he extended his mitt"
female hand smothering
Doxeys Pool (for 'f' read 's'....well some of them anyway)
Doxeys Pool      (for 'f' read 's'....well some of them anyway)
Tis true indeed in the Moorelands where they burn much Peat, their pits are uſually fill’d by the frequent rains brought by the Tropæan winds from the Iriſh Seas in which the water being ſated with a crude Sulphur, and ſtagnating beſides, muſt needs emitt contagious vapors; yet are not theſe neither ſo bad as ſome have fancyed the water is of the black-Meer of Morridge, which I take to be nothing more than ſuch as thoſe in the peat-pits; (hard work, init?) though it be confidently reported that no Cattle will drink of it, no bird light on it, or fly over it; all which areas falſe as that it is bottomleſſe; it being found upon meaſure ſcarce four yards in the deepeſt place, my Horſe alſo drinking when I was there as freely of it as I ever ſaw Him at any other place, and the fowle ſo far from declining to ſly over it, that I ſpake with ſeveral that had ſeen Geeſe upon it; ſo that I take this to be as good as the reſt, notwithstanding the vulgar diſrepute it lyes under. Amongſt the unuſual accidents that have attended the female Sex in the courſe of their lives, I think I may alſo reckon narrow eſcapes they have made from death. Whereof I met with one mention’d with admiration by every body at Leek, that happen’d not far oft at the black Meer of Morridg, which though famous for nothing for which it is commonly reputed ſo, as that it is bottomleſs; no Cattle will drink of it; or birds fly over or ſettle upon it (all which I found falſe) yet is ſo, for the ſignal deliverance of a poor woman, inticed hither in a diſmall ſtormy night by a bloody Ruffin, who had firſt gotten her with child, and intended in this remote inhoſpitable place, to have diſpatch’t her by drowning. The ſame night (Providence ſo ordering it) there were ſeveral perſons of inferior rank drinking in an Ale-houſe at Leek, whereof one having been out, and obſerving the darkneſs and other ill circumſtances of the weather, coming in again ſaid to the reſt of his Companions, that he were a ſtout man indeed that would venture to goe to the black Meer of Morridg in ſuch a night as that; to which one of them replying, that for a Crown or ſome ſuch Summe he would undertake it; the reſt joyning their purſes ſaid he ſhould have his demand. The bargain being Struck, away he went on his journey with a ſlick in his hand, which he was to leave there as a teſtimony of his performance; at length comeing near the Meer, he heard the lamentable cryes of this diſtreſſed woman, begging for mercy; which at firſt put him to a ſtand; but being a man of great reſolution and ſome policy, he went boldly on however, counterfeiting the preſence of divers other perſons, calling Jack, Dick, and Thom, and crying here are the rogues we look’t for, &c. which being heard by the Murderer he left the Woman and fled, whom the other man found by the Meer ſide almoſt ſtript of her cloaths, arid brought her with him to Leek, as an ample teſtimony of his having been at the Meer, and of Gods providence too. Robert Plot, The Natural History of Staffordshire, Oxford, 1686 “THE BLACK MERE OF MORRIDGE,” IN THE STAFFORDSHIRE MOORLANDS. “Blake Mere,” or “Black Mere,” is a small pond of irregular shape, lying in a little hollow on the summit of the high hill of Morridge, about three and a half miles E.N.E. from Leek. A visit to it in Summer is pleasant enough, but in Winter, and when the mists of November beset the traveller as he passes the spot—when the cutting winds howl fiercely through the gloomy heath—the pool, naturally dark, appears “black as night,” and leads him to term it— “That lake, whose gloomy shore Skylark never warbles o’er.” Such, indeed, was the horror in which the “Black Mere” was held by our ancestors; and such their strange beliefs connected with it, that I have thought it well they should be preserved in the pages of the “RELIQUARY.” Camden quoting Nicham, says it is “A lake that with prophetic noise doth roar; Where beasts can ne’er be made to venture o’er— By hounds, or men, or fleeter death pursued, They’ll not plunge in, but shun the hated flood.” Dr. Plott, however, in his History of Staffordshire, says—“The water of the Black Meer is not so bad as some have fancied, and I take it to be nothing more than such as that in the peat pits, though it be confidently reported that no Cattle will drink of it, no bird light on it, or fly over it; all which are as false as that it is bottomless; it being found upon admeasurement, scarce four yards in the deepest place; my horse also drinking, when I was there, as freely of it as ever I saw him in any other place; and the Fowls are so far from declining to fly over it, that I spoke with several that had seen Geese upon it; so that I take this to be as good as the rest, notwithstanding the vulgar disrepute it lies under.” But this place has yet far more terrible associations—“Hark!” says a manuscript1 now lying before me—“Hark! what a shriek of agony! what an appalling scream; what a soul-sickening note of
Tackett Brothers Gravesite
Tackett Brothers Gravesite
Hand-hewn tombstones mark the graves of the Tackett Brothers who hid from Confederate sympathizers in search of recruits in 1863. A female relative hid the teenagers under a feather mattress, and then pretended to be sick in bed. The boys smothered to death in their attempt to avoid being pressed into duty.