bung-holes

He even poked his short sword into the bung-holes of three or four empty barrels, that Bob might be satisfied also in his conscience.

Springhaven Richard Doddridge 2004

Reserve some of the beer with which to fill up the barrels as they throw up the yeast while the beer is working; and when the yeast begins to fall, lay the bungs upon the bung-holes, and at the end of ten days or a fortnight, hammer the bungs in tight, and keep the vent-pegs tight also.

A Plain Cookery Book for the Working Classes Charles Elm�� Francatelli

They consisted for the most part of enormous balks of timber and massive cables; but there were also immense quantities of chain to serve as lashings, stout staples, iron bars, innumerable bundles of long, massive, pointed spikes, and thousands of empty casks, stoutly hooped, without bung-holes, and coated with pitch to ensure permanent watertight-ness.

Under the Ensign of the Rising Sun A Story of the Russo-Japanese War Harry Collingwood 1886

The two water-barrels with their linking-chain and the wooden wool-stuffed pack-saddle lay ready, and the mule that had borne them suffered itself to be led to where it stood snuffling at the wooden vessels and passing its tongue about the bung-holes, till they were slung across its back, and then it stood quietly enough, as if instinctively grasping the object of this movement.

The Peril Finders George Manville Fenn 1870

"No, uncle; but I saw them smell the bung-holes and look at one another and laugh."

The Ocean Cat's Paw The Story of a Strange Cruise George Manville Fenn 1870

He even poked his short sword into the bung-holes of three or four empty barrels, that Bob might be satisfied also in his conscience.

Springhaven : a Tale of the Great War 1862

They panted while pressing the screw, drew the juice off into the vat, looked after the bung-holes, with heavy wooden shoes on their feet; and in all this they found a huge diversion.

Bouvard and Pécuchet A Tragi-comic Novel of Bourgeois Life Gustave Flaubert 1850

_ Upbraid me with your benefits, you Pilchers, you shotten, sold, slight fellows? was't not I that undertook you first from empty barrels, and brought those barking mouths that gaped like bung-holes to utter sence? where got you understanding? who taught you manners and apt carriage to rank your selves? who filled you in fit Taverns? were those born with your worships when you came hither? what brought you from the

Wit Without Money The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher Francis Beaumont 1600