dye-pot

They averred that the symbol was not mere scarlet cloth, tinged in an earthly dye-pot, but was red-hot with infernal fire, and could be seen glowing all alight whenever Hester Prynne walked abroad in the night-time.

The Scarlet Letter 2002

"We have had no trade, and no new cloth, for many moons," the woman said sadly, stirring the dye-pot with a stick.

Elvenblood Lackey, Mercedes 1995

Aunt Bethiah is in a great flurry about her dye-pot, and can't tell where to put it.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 108, October, 1866 Various

In carrying out a dyeing test the dye-pot should be filled with the water required, using as little as can be consistent with the dye swatch being handled comfortably therein, then there is added the required mordants, chemicals, dyes, etc., according to the character of the work which is being done.

The Dyeing of Cotton Fabrics A Practical Handbook for the Dyer and Student Franklin Beech

Colour pulses on every side, strong, clean, clear rainbow colour, as if our magicians of brush and dye-pot held a prism to the sun-beam; violet, orange and green, magentas and strong blue against backgrounds of black and cold grey.

Woman as Decoration Emily Burbank

Both hair and chin-tuft were of that uncompromising blue-black which tells unmistakably of the dye-pot.

The Argosy Vol. 51, No. 2, February, 1891 Various

In carrying out a dyeing test the dye-pot should be filled with the water required, using as little as is consistent with the dye-swatch being handled comfortably therein, then there is added the required mordants, chemicals, dyes, etc., according to the character of the work which is being done.

The Dyeing of Woollen Fabrics Franklin Beech

If it had not been for that I would not have chased him with my dye-pot.

Rilla of Ingleside Lucy Maud 1921

They averred that the symbol was not mere scarlet cloth, tinged in an earthly dye-pot, but was red-hot with infernal fire, and could be seen glowing all alight whenever Hester Prynne walked abroad in the night-time.

V. Hester at Her Needle 1917

His armed feet disappeared and there only remained visible a trembling bag through which was passing like a succession of waves, from one extreme to the other, the digestive swollen mass which became a bubbling, mucous pulpiness in a dye-pot that colored and discolored itself with contortions of assimilative fury; from time to time the agglomeration showed its stupid and ferocious eyes.

Mare Nostrum (Our Sea) A Novel Vicente Blasco Ib����ez 1897