“ So okay—her mitten sticks to it and soaks him square in the puss and instead of spitting out the mitten—which he gets in his teeth—he makes like it's a mustache!Hell! He's a football player, isn't he—not just an ice-man? Going to be a big-shot brain specialist someday, isn't he? Quick thinker. So okay. So he leaps and spears the mitten and the snowball like it's a long forward and he runs at her and tackles her and spills her—not real hard—but hard—and there's how they meet, the both of them lying down in the snow with her on her back and the guy on top. ”
Mitten
Definition and stakes
A mitten is a hand covering without separate compartments for each finger, usually keeping the thumb apart from the others, providing warmth while sacrificing dexterity. Authors have examined its practical and symbolic roles: Philip Wylie portrays a mitten as a trigger for physical humor in sports, while Stella Benson employs it as a backdrop for reflective storytelling.
F. R. Morgan imbues it with enchantment in children's fiction, and historical records trace its use from ancient Egypt to Arctic cultures. The mitten’s dual role—as both functional equipment and cultural symbol—highlights its lasting presence in literature, from nursery rhymes to contemporary memes, connecting practicality and imagination across centuries.
Quotes about “mitten”
1911 Encyclopædia Britannica, Volume 18… (1911)
“ The 16th-century French word miton meant a gauntlet. A fine mitten made of lace or open network and extending well up the forearm was much worn by ladies in the early part of the 19th century, and has been fashionable at various times since that date. ”
“ It is a place of fine weather, and this is a book of fine weather, a book written in Spring. I will not remember the winter and the rain. It was the Spring that brought Sarah Brown to Mitten Island, and the Spring that first showed her magic. It was the Spring that awoke her on her first morning in the House of Living Alone. ”
Various, The Catholic World, Vol. 25, April 1877 to September 1877
“ Their feet look like a mittened hand—that is to say, a large toe corresponds to the thumb, and the rest of the foot, being solid, appears like the hand enclosed in a mitten. They have very large heads compared with their bodies, and eyes like a frog. They change their color, and, under my own observation, made the changes from light green to yellow, black, brown, blue, and dark green. ”
F. R. Morgan, Twinkle Toes and His Magic Mittens (1919)
“ She took up her needles, and to her surprise, they went to and fro, to and fro, in her paws and in less than a twinkling of an eye, one mitten was finished.“By my furry tail,” said Mother Kit-Cat, that must be a magic mitten after all. “Perhaps this is one of the magic mittens Twinkle Toes has been talking about.”Then, to her surprise the finished mitten began to sing,“When you do good deeds for others,Fathers, sisters, cousins, mothers,Even helpful things for kittens,You may wear some magic mittens.” ”
Various, The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 07…
“ And yet there is another style of mitten, a large, unshapely, bloated knuckle-fender, stuffed with curled hair, that might be far more appropriate to the operation of shouldering in among such "muscular Christians" as the majority around, on the occasion to which I refer. ”
Frank Bellew,
The Art of Amusing
“ Then you make a species of hood something like a mitten, with a hole in the side, around which hole you sew a frill, to make it look like a cap, which we also illustrate with a diagram. The mitten is placed on the hand, and a shawl pinned carefully round it, as shown in our diagram on page 108, and you have the old woman complete.Now, in order to make the old woman appear to speak, you must move the knuckle of the thumb up and down, at the same time simulate a cracked, squeaky old voice. By moving your thumb in time to your voice, the illusion becomes perfect. ”
Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin,
Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm
“ Can you stop studying a minute and show me your room? Say, I've just been down to the store and bought me these gloves, for I was bound I wouldn't wear mittens this winter; they're simply too countrified. ”
Robert E. Peary,
The North Pole: Its Discovery in 1909 under the auspices of the Peary Arctic Club
“ I prefer to have my legs and arms free, and to be ready for any emergency at a moment's notice. I never go to sleep when out on the sea ice without my mittens on, and if I pull my arms inside my sleeves I pull my mittens in too, so as to be ready for instant action. ”
Various, Boys and Girls Bookshelf; a Practical Plan of Character Building…
“ The little girls who lived on Amity Street all wore mittens when they went to school in winter. Nobody’s mother ever thought of anything else to keep small hands warm. Some mothers or grandmothers crocheted them, and some knit them with fancy stitches down the back, or put other mark of distinction upon them; but they were always mittens, and were always fastened to a long ribbon or piece of braid or knitted rein, so that they might not get lost, one from the other. ”
Robert E. Peary,
Secrets of Polar Travel
(1917)
“ In camp, after the evening meal of pemmican, hard-tack, and tea has been finished and the day’s notes written up, both arms and hands are drawn inside the coat,—leaving the mittens to plug the sleeve openings,—where they may rest by the side or be folded across the chest in warmth and easy position. ”
F. R. Morgan, Twinkle Toes and His Magic Mittens (1919)
“ Dot wanted to tell the story of the lost mittens and began, “One day when we were sliding on the ice.”At that very moment Mother Curly-Tail [21] jumped down from her chair, and whispered in the ear of each little Curly-Tail.“Be polite to the Three Little Kittens,But don’t let them talk any more of their mittens.” Tot wanted to tell about finding the mittens, so she began,“One day when we were sliding on the ice.” ”
William Clarke, Three Courses and a Dessert
“ Those little machines which look like old gloves cropped to the knuckles, are gross outrages upon taste: they are called, I believe, mittens; and many excellent young ladies wear them, particularly in the country, during cold weather. ”
Flora L. Carpenter, Stories Pictures Tell. Book 3
“ The strong light in the left-hand side of the picture must come from some window near by, for that side of the woman’s face and dress, and of the churn and handle, is brightly lighted. Most of the woman’s face, however, is indistinct, for Millet did not consider the features important and usually painted his faces in shadow. It is in what the men and women are doing and how they do it that he wished to interest us. ”
Robert H. Milligan, The jungle folk of Africa (1908)
“ The mist has descended and filled the valleys as if all the clouds of the heavens had fallen down, while the mountain-peaks, radiant with the sunlight, rise out of the mist like islands out of a deep sea. ”
Golden Numbers: A Book of Verse for Youth
“ The snow in the street and the wind on the door. We come to bear you goodly wine, Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor. From far away we come to you, The snow in the street and the wind on the door. To tell of great tidings strange and true, Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor. News, news of the Trinity, The snow in the street and the wind on the door. And Mary and Joseph from over the sea! Minstrels and maids, stand forth on the floor. For as we wandered far and wide, The snow in the street and the wind on the door. ”
Harriet Martineau,
Once a Week
(1860)
“ Sketch a view in bright weather, or on a dull day which is yet clear, and you draw perhaps a triple range of heights. Come again on a morning or evening of light mists, and you see so many ridges that they are like the folds of a garment, and which make confusion in a picture, unless painted by a master hand. It even happens that a dweller in such a region, given to explore its mysteries and “hunt the waterfalls,” may, after long residence, find some new dell or ravine disclosed by a casual glance up the mountain when the mists are beginning to stir. ”
“ See how my feet are moving — awfully funny they look — Moving as if they belonged to a someone that wasn’t me.The wind down the night’s long alley bowls me down like a pin; I stagger and fall and stagger, crawl arm-deep in the snow. ”
Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow,
The Romance of a Plain Man
“ One alone held out unwaveringly through the years; for Miss Mitty, shut with her pride and her portraits in the old grey house, obstinately closed her big mahogany doors against our repeated friendly advances. Sometimes at dusk, as I passed on the crooked pavement under the two great sycamores, I would glance up at the windows, where the red firelight glimmered on the small square panes, and fancy that I saw her long, oval face gazing down on me from between the parted lace curtains. ”
Eliza R. Steele, A summer journey in the west (1841)
“ With a smile, one of the party informed me we were on the summit of a high mountain, and the deep valley filled with mist, with the opposite summits for a shore, made my river. A bright sun soon dispersed the mist, and we were never tired of the variety of views we beheld upon every hand. That the mountains are not very high adds to the beauty of the scene; their heads are not lost in the clouds, and we frequently see the whole mass at once. ”
Bertram Mitford, The White Hand and the Black: A Story of the Natal Rising
“ You know that big mountain on their place just opposite the house— Sipazi it is called?” The doctor nodded. “Well then, they took me up there in the afternoon to show me the view. You’ll remember that tremendous krantz that literally overhangs the valley?” Again the other nodded. “Well there’s a beast of a tree that grows out from its brink, horizontally at first, then upwards. There’s just room for one—fool, I was nearly saying—or one and a half, to sit on it. Well what does the young lady do but climb down and sit on it as if she was in an armchair on the stoep at home. ”
“ The youth now ordered his dogs to break down the door into the mountain, and they did. And as he stepped into the mountain he saw a lovely maiden, sitting in the mountain-hall, winding a golden thread on a golden spindle. The youth went up and greeted the lovely girl. Then the king's daughter was much surprised and said: "Who are you that dare to venture into the giant's hall? During all the seven long years I have been sitting here in the mountain I have never yet seen a human being." ”
John Ames Mitchell,
The Pines of Lory — V. Wonderland
(1901)
“ She knew this coast was wild, almost uninhabited, neither to the east nor west a sign of life: behind them, northward, the unending forest. And the owner of this mysterious habitation,–what manner of man was he? Perhaps there were several. And she, a woman, alone with these men! From such bitter reflections she was recalled, slowly, by the realization that her eyes were resting upon a little portrait about twice the size of an ordinary miniature–a woman’s face–confronting her from across the table. ”
Bertram Mitford, The Fire Trumpet: A Romance of the Cape Frontier
“ Above, in a towering background, a great mountain peak rears itself, dim and misty, enflooded in the slumbrous moonlight. A scene of eternal beauty—a holy calm as of another world!But, lo! Standing within the shade of the thick foliage is the figure of a man—erect, motionless, as though petrified. For nearly an hour has he maintained his immovable attitude; and now a suspicion of a start runs through his frame. He is listening intently, for the ring of a bit and the tramp of hoofs becomes audible. It is one of those nights when the most distant of sounds would seem to be even at one’s elbow ”
“ Those faces that passed so close to her through the driving snow, column after column, those healthy, weather-beaten faces so full of life and strength, those broad-shouldered figures, erect, sturdy, swinging forward as though one soul, one mind governed each and all alike—they had made her afraid. ”
Margaret Warner Morley, Little Mitchell: The Story of a Mountain Squirrel
“ Well, if you walk along a road that is at the north side of it you will come to a place where you can look across [106] and see standing out from the side of the mountain a great stone face, like the face of an old, old man; and it is from this profile the mountain gets its name.Where Little Mitchell’s lady walked down in the woods below, it was not black at all, but very bright and sweet, with fine trees growing; for it is only near the top that the balsam firs are found. ”
Henry James, A landscape painter (1919)
“ You have a long walking-pole with a sharp end, you know, and as you feel yourself sliding,—it's as likely as not to be in a sitting posture,—you just take this and ram it into the snow before you, and there you are, stopped. ”
G. E. Mitton, Round the Wonderful World
“ When we reach the top of the steps we find ourselves suddenly in a blaze of loveliness. To the right, to the left, and all around are cherry trees, covered thickly with blossom which hangs in wreaths and rosettes and festoons as if moulded in snow. The time for the best of the blossom is a little past, and the ground at our feet is as white as the trees, indeed whiter ”
Meadows Taylor,
Tara: A Mahratta Tale
“ Often in early morning, as the sun rises over the lower mists, the naked peaks and precipices, standing apart like islands, glisten with rosy tints, while the mist itself, as yet dense and undisturbed, lies wrapped around their bases, filling every ravine and valley, and glittering like a sea of molten silver. ”
Bertram Mitford, The Fire Trumpet: A Romance of the Cape Frontier
“ With a thrill of shuddering horror he recoils, and his fingers shake—he can hardly strike a match. At length he does so, and lo, by the red, flickering light he can see two or three great, dark, hideous shapes, whose multitudinous legs cling to the rock as the shining, creeping things wind their lengths along. ”
Frank Mayer, The Song of the Wolf
“ Of early mornings the mountain bases in the distances are billows of smoked-pearl mist; as the light strengthens and the temperature rises, the mist rises with it, dissipating gradually into thin wreaths of dainty rose-pink, faint orange—and nothingness. ”
Dallas Lore Sharp,
The Face of the Fields
“ The face of the fields is as changeful as the face of a child. Every passing wind, every shifting cloud, every calling bird, every baying hound, every shape, shadow, fragrance, sound, and tremor, are so many emotions reflected there. ”
“ Yet in the morning light, glowing with an extraordinary amethyst hue, the Mount is mystic and wonderful too; it has then a more joyous and softened beauty; seen in storm and rain it is forbidding, and the grandeur alone is predominant; in every season, in every phase of weather, one or the other of the characteristics that combine to make up its unsurpassable glory, its mystery, its grandeur, or its wonder, start out and proclaim themselves supreme. ”
Bertram Mitford, The Fire Trumpet: A Romance of the Cape Frontier
“ Great inky clouds were gathering with alarming rapidity, and hastening to unite themselves to the dense black pall which drew on, silent, spectral, and gigantic, over the mountain-tops, and a dull, muffled roar boomed nearer and nearer between the fitful puffs of hot wind which fanned the travellers’ faces. ”
Flora Annie Webster Steel,
Red Rowans
“ The mists are rising even there as he turns to breast the hill, the cloud wreaths sweep solemnly in from the sea in stately curves, and as he pauses on the summit for a last look downwards, lo! there is nothing at all in earth, or sea, or sky, save himself and a grey, encircling mist. Love and Friendship, Life and Death, Sunshine and Shade! ”
G. E. Mitton, Round the Wonderful World
“ The next part of the day is the hardest of all, for we scramble up a mountain-side to gain a splendid view of gorges and valleys on one side and the flat plain spreading to the Nile on the other. The view is indescribable; from lemon-yellow to orange and saffron are the hills, with blue-grey shadows in their folds. Right opposite is one absolutely perpendicular, with immense rounded columns looking like giant organ pipes rising on its face. ”
J. B. Priestley, Papers from Lilliput
“ A light mist covers the neighbouring hills, which are almost imperceptible, their shapes and colours showing but faintly, so that they seem to stand aloof—things of dream. As I go further along the shining road I seem to be lounging into a vast, empty room. ”
Gertrude Warden,
The gray wolf's daughter
(1894)
“ After a certain number of hours have passed in the house, my foot seems to tingle to be in the stirrup again, and my fingers burn to take hold of the reins. Whatever the weather it is the same; I want to be away and outside and in it! ”
Anna Katharine Green,
The House in the Mist
“ It was a night to drive any man indoors. Not only was the darkness impenetrable, but the raw mist enveloping hill and valley made the open road anything but desirable to a belated wayfarer like myself. ”
Charles H. Caffin, A Child's Guide to Pictures
“ When we recognise that by this contrast of light and darkness, Millet sought to express the dreary routine, day in day out, early and late, of the peasant’s lot in a world where nature is so beautiful, and there can be so much beauty in life, we may imagine to ourselves what would be the effect of raising or lowering the diagonal line. ”
Walter Scott,
Anne of Geierstein; Or, The Maiden of the Mist…
“ Each mountain, as if its firm and immutable form were flexible and varying, altered in appearance, like that of a shadowy apparition, as the position of the strangers relative to them changed with their motions, and as the mist, which continued slowly though constantly to descend, influenced the rugged aspect of the hills and valleys which it shrouded with its vapoury mantle. ”
