horse-lot

On going to them I found a resting-place in a fodder-loft, in the horse-lot of the plantation.

Biography of a Slave Being the Experiences of Rev. Charles Thompson Charles Thompson

He thought a great deal, but he only muttered something about pictures not fit to be stuck on his horse-lot gate posts.

The Adventures of Uncle Jeremiah and Family at the Great Fair Their Observations and Triumphs

From a window of the magnificent public hall in the Wingate Memorial Building one may look directly down upon what was then the horse-lot.

The History of Education in North Carolina 1888

As he passed out through his horse-lot, a cap and worm of a whisky-still lying in the corner of the fence attracted his attention.

Mingo And Other Sketches in Black and White Joel Chandler Harris 1878

On going to them I found a resting-place in a fodder-loft, in the horse-lot of the plantation.

Biography of a Slave; Being the Experiences of Rev. Charles Thompson, A Preacher of the United Brethren Church, While A Slave in the South. Together with Startling Occurrences Incidental to Slave Life 1875

On going to them I found a resting-place in a fodder-loft, in the horse-lot of the plantation.

Biography of a Slave Thompson, Charles, b. 1833 1875

As she rushed along, hanging branches (which at another time she would have stooped to avoid) severely scratched her face and dishevelled her hair; but never heeding, she urged on old Whitey until he really seemed to become inspired with the spirit of the occasion, to regain his youthful fire, and so dashed on until at length Sally drew rein at the bars of the horse-lot, where the objects of her solicitude were quietly grazing, with the exception of Green Persimmon, who seemed to be playing a series of undignified capers for the amusement of her elders.

Memories A Record of Personal Experience and Adventure During Four Years of War Fannie A. Beers

As she rushed along, hanging branches (which at another time she would have stooped to avoid) severely scratched her face and dishevelled her hair; but never heeding, she urged on old Whitey until he really seemed to become inspired with the spirit of the occasion, to regain his youthful fire, and so dashed on until at length Sally drew rein at the bars of the horse-lot, where the objects of her solicitude were quietly grazing, with the exception of Green Persimmon, who seemed to be playing a series of undignified capers for the amusement of her elders.

Memories Beers, Fannie A. 1888