Quotation from: The Valley of the Moon

Written by: Jack London

"The trout attacked him," she explained.

Billy grinned. Fifteen minutes later he said:

"You sure handed me a hot one."

The sky was overcast, and, as they drove along the bank of the
Coquille River, the fog suddenly enveloped them.

"Whoof!" Billy exhaled joyfully. "Ain't it great! I can feel
myself moppin' it up like a dry sponge. I never appreciated fog
before."