fence-rails

Getty's division, when I found it, was about a mile north of Middletown, posted on the reverse slope of some slightly rising ground, holding a barricade made with fence-rails, and skirmishing slightly with the enemy's pickets.

She Makes Her Mouth Small & Round & Other Stories 2010

At night the blazing fires which we made of the fence-rails illuminated the surrounding scenery, which, in this part of America, is of the most magnificent description.

Angel in the Whirlwind Benson Bobrick 1997

At night the blazing fires which we made of the fence-rails illuminated the surrounding scenery, which, in this part of America, is of the most magnificent description.

Angel in the Whirlwind Benson Bobrick 1997

Aaron set up with the help of his visitors was a square some twelve yards on a side, fence-rails being propped up to mark its boundaries and fresh straw forked onto it six inches deep as footing.

Blind Man's Lantern Allen Kim Lang

It is well enough with us all while the road is good, -- a study of individual character, a bit of landscape, a stretch of well-worn plot, gentle slopes of incident; but somewhere on the way the passengers are pretty sure to be asked to step out, -- the ladies to walk on ahead, and the gentlemen to fetch fence-rails.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 20, No. 117, July, 1867. Various

Some skated for the shore, screaming for ropes and fence-rails; others only tried to get away from the danger spot themselves.

Nan Sherwood at Pine Camp or, the Old Lumberman's Secret Annie Roe Carr

We were making the best we could of it, under the lee of a high bank by the side of the road, where we had cleared a space and stacked a good supply of dry fence-rails to feed the fire during the night.

The Tory Maid Herbert Baird Stimpson

"What can you have, you wee things, to keep you busy?" asked the tall milkweed that grew near the fence-rails; and the mullein-stalk beside it echoed, --

Dreamland Julie Mathilde Lippmann

And then the cold, the bitter cold of it all, the white winding sheet of the snow and the ice made us shiver and hug the fire of dry fence-rails and button our threadbare coats more tightly around us, while we looked in despair at the toes peeping through the ends of our boots.

The Tory Maid Herbert Baird Stimpson

The light, strong way in which our author goes forward in this story from the first, and does not leave difficulty to his readers, is pleasing to those accustomed to find an American novel a good deal like the now extinct American stage-coach whose passengers not only walked over bad pieces of road, but carried fence-rails on their shoulders to pry the vehicle out of the sloughs and miry places.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 20, No. 117, July, 1867. Various