oven-wood

After a fire of oven-wood had flamed for hours in one of those brick chambers, and at last the iron door had been opened and the ashes swept out, the heated interior was ready to receive the meats and breads and pastry, and to bake them "to a turn."

Virginia: the Old Dominion Cortelle Hutchins

He was welcome to that, 'cept what might keep me in oven-wood.

Going to Shrewsbury 1889

He was welcome to that, 'cept what might keep me in oven-wood.

Going to Shrewsbury 1889

But Mr. Janes don't keep me half the time in oven-wood, he's off so much, an 'we was cramped o' room, any way.

A Country Doctor and Selected Stories and Sketches Sarah Orne Jewett 1879

He was welcome to that, 'cept what might keep me in oven-wood.

A Country Doctor and Selected Stories and Sketches Sarah Orne Jewett 1879

Brindle's calf in the woods, or gather oven-wood for his mother to start again the big brick oven with its dozen loaves of rye bread, or see the plow crowding the lingering snow-banks on the side-hill, or help his father break and swingle and hatchel the flax in the barnyard?

The Wit of a Duck and Other Papers John Burroughs 1879

Two days beforehand, the fire was besieged with a row of earthen pots, in which the spicy compound was rising to the necessary lightness, and Harry and I split incredible amounts of oven-wood, and in the evening we sat together stoning raisins round the great kitchen fire, with Mr. Avery in the midst of us, telling us stories and arguing with us, and entering into the hilarity of the thing like a boy.

Oldtown Folks 1869

And then I 'greed to split a little oven-wood for the Widdah Pedee, that lives up on the Shelburn road.

Oldtown Folks 1869

I don't think Hepsy keeps no sort o 'count o' the nights an 'nights I 've walked the floor with the baby, whishin' an 'shooin' on 't, and singin 'to 't till my thrut wus sore, an' then hed to git up afore daylight to split oven-wood, an then right to my blacksmithin ', jest to git a little money to git the meat an meal an' suthin 'comfort'ble fur dinner!

Oldtown Folks 1869

"Sam Lawson, will you split me that oven-wood or won't you?" said a smart, cracking voice, as the door flew open and Hepsy's thin face and snapping black eyes appeared, as she stood with a weird, wiry, sharp-visaged baby exalted on one shoulder, while in the other hand she shook a dish-cloth.

Oldtown Folks 1869