The other town GLIMS are all hid by trees an' bushes and sundry in the wrinkles of the praira."
"The Reclaimers"
Margaret Hill McCarter
The first man up the side was a red-cheeked, black-whiskered individual, who mumbled, as he sheepishly gazed about him: "Douse my GLIMS but this is a bloody rum go."
"Yankee Ships and Yankee Sailors: Tales of 1812"
James Barnes