"Softish" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... place for the night. In one spot the faces of two rocks met at an angle. The grass here was dead and softish, and the wind blowing off the snowy range on the west didn't get in. I gathered a bunch of the grass, and tore my handkerchief with my teeth and mixed some ravelings of that in and tied a nest, with a handle to it. Then I got some of the dry twigs ...
— Pluck on the Long Trail - Boy Scouts in the Rockies • Edwin L. Sabin |
