from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • n. A nearly cylindrical pipe of earthenware, brick, or sheet-metal placed on the top of a chimney to increase the draft and prevent smoking. Also called chimney-can.


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  • She did not question herself as to the peculiarity of a chimney-pot which is afraid of being caught in the act, and which retires when some one looks at its shadow, for the shadow had taken the alarm when Cosette had turned round, and Cosette had thought herself very sure of this.

    Les Miserables

  • Jean Valjean became quite tranquil once more; as for Cosette, she did not pay much attention to the question whether the chimney-pot was really in the direction of the shadow which she had seen, or thought she had seen, and whether the moon had been in the same spot in the sky.

    Les Miserables

  • They emitted so dense a cloud of dark, smelly oil smoke that life in Black Town was compared by one visitor to “confinement in a chimney-pot.”

    The Prize

  • (London: W. H. Allen, 1891), pp. 234–35 (“chimney-pot”); Sidney Pollard and Colin Holmes, Industrial Power and National Rivalry, 1870–1914, vol. 2 of Documents of European Economic History (London: Edward Arnold, 1972), pp.

    The Prize

  • And he made a lot of excellent jokes at the chimney-pot hat, jokes he had read in the Globe

    The Wheels of Chance: a bicycling idyll

  • The smoke from the flues of Sandbourne had barely strength enough to emerge into the drizzling rain, and hung down the sides of each chimney-pot like the streamer of a becalmed ship; and a troop of rats might have rattled down the pipes from roof to basement with less noise than did the water that day.

    The Hand of Ethelberta

  • Two men were putting a chimney-pot on one of the chimney-stacks, and two more were scraping green mould from the front wall.

    Two on a Tower

  • Eton suits — long trousers, cut-away jackets, and chimney-pot hats.

    Prester John

  • I had been one of the earliest victims, and well I remember how I fled home from the Sabbath school with the snowballs of the town roughs rattling off my chimney-pot.

    Prester John

  • I ran outside in my nightdress and saw that the chimney-pot on our roof had crashed through the ceiling into Julian's attic bedroom.



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