John, as we understood, went to Wisconsin and settled in Whitewater.
Good was his horse and grand his gear, And his girths were wet with Whitewater.
Come hither, daughter, fine and fair, Here is a Wooer from Whitewater.
While the north wind swept the hillside there They forgat the other Whitewater.
Come, love; is the way so long and drear From Whitewater to Whitewater?
She never signed it, and there was no one, in Whitewater anyway, who called her by it.
Fancy introducing 'Prisoner of Zenda' stuff into the campaign in Whitewater!
I was present at the trial of Whitewater the following spring.
He glanced at the loom of the steamer lying amidst the whitewater on the ledges, then suddenly felt for the line.
A fine bunch of whitewater birlers we'd look if we got hung up by an old mossback in a plug hat.