gliddery

Up that gravelly and gliddery ascent, which changes every groove and run at every sudden shower, but never grows any the softer — up that the heavy boats must make clamber somehow, or not a single timber of their precious frames is safe.

Mary Anerley Richard Doddridge 2004

At last the rush of forked water, where first it came over the lips of the fall, drove me into the middle, and I stuck awhile with my toe-balls on the slippery links of the pop-weed, and the world was green and gliddery, and I durst not look behind me.

Lorna Doone Richard Doddridge 2004

Two men led my mother down a steep and gliddery stair-way, like the ladder of a hay-mow; and thence from the break of the falling water as far as the house of the captain.

Lorna Doone Richard Doddridge 2004

And so at last we gained the top, and looked forth the edge of the forest, where the ground was very stony and like the crest of a quarry; and no more trees between us and the brink of cliff below, three hundred yards below it might be, all strong slope and gliddery.

Lorna Doone Richard Doddridge 2004

It was only when the gliddery passage was made, the peril behind, that she sank down in momentary collapse.

The Rim of the Desert Ada Woodruff Anderson

It's a gliddery place, but the going looks all right once you get past.

The Rim of the Desert Ada Woodruff Anderson

At the word 'whales,' let the music go snorty; an 'for wells, gliddery; an' likewise in a moving dulcet manner for the holy an 'humble Men o' heart. '

I Saw Three Ships and Other Winter Tales Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch 1903

And who that has read LORNA DOONE, (pity for the man or woman that knows not the delight of that book!) can ever forget how young John Ridd dared his way up the gliddery water-slide, after loaches, and found Lorna in a fair green meadow adorned with flowers, at the top of the brook?

Fisherman's Luck and Some Other Uncertain Things Henry Van Dyke 1892

Two men led my mother down a steep and gliddery stair-way, like the ladder of a hay-mow; and thence from the break of the falling water as far as the house of the captain.

Lorna Doone; a Romance of Exmoor 1862

I stuck awhile with my toe-balls on the slippery links of the pop-weed, and the world was green and gliddery, and I durst not look behind me.

Lorna Doone; a Romance of Exmoor 1862