briar-root

"There!" exclaimed he with a grunt of satisfaction, carefully filling a briar-root pipe with some dark tobacco, which he produced from out of a little round brass box that he carried in his waistcoat pocket, telling me it was "the right sort," and proceeding to light it -- "now, we can go on serenely."

The Penang Pirate and, The Lost Pinnace

In England they are called briar-root pipes, briar being a corruption of the French word _bruyère_, signifying heath.

The South of France—East Half C. B. Black

Reaching his station, Tucker drew from his pocket a briar-root pipe, filled and lit it and began to puff away meditatively.

The Boy Land Boomer Dick Arbuckle's Adventures in Oklahoma Ralph Bonehill

Her briar-root fingers, which could still strip a bine more quickly than most people's, were stained black with juice and covered with scratches from the rough clinging stems.

Mrs. Miniver 1939

Once when he had bought a new, expensive briar-root, he handed it to me, saying:

The Boys' Life of Mark Twain Paine, Albert Bigelow, 1861-1937 1916

We got a little paper at the country town, and I made some ink out of blackberry briar-root and a little copperas in it.

The Every-day Life of Abraham Lincoln Browne, Francis F 1913

He was smoking a very black briar-root pipe, and perhaps his Majesty enjoyed the weed all the more that there was just above his head, tacked to the wall, a large placard containing the words, "No smoking allowed in this room, or in any other part of the theatre."

McClure's Magazine December, 1895 Ida M. Tarbell 1900

Once when he had bought a new, expensive briar-root, he handed it to me, saying:

The Boys' Life of Mark Twain Albert Bigelow Paine 1899

Doctor, biting hard upon the worn stem of the old briar-root, as he goes swinging along through the hissing deluge with his chin upon his breast and his fierce eyes sullenly fixed upon the goal ahead, recalls, even more vividly than upon Sunday, the angry buffalo of Lady Hannah's apt analogy.

The Dop Doctor Richard Dehan 1897

He gets off the bed and slips on his jacket, takes a turn or two across the narrow floor-space, then leans against the distempered wall beside the window, puffing at his jetty briar-root, his muscular arms folded on his great chest, his powerful shoulders bowed, his square, black head thrust forward, and his blue eyes coolly studying Julius as he talks.

The Dop Doctor Richard Dehan 1897