slip-rails

A hinge had been put on the old gate, and a couple of slip-rails at the paddock.

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Jacko with them to open the slip-rails, and they would be back by seven for dinner.

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Richard went off bag in hand: she watched him displacing and replacing slip-rails, walking stiffly over the rough ground.

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John tugged at Betty's dress and said "Come on," urgingly; but the man was already letting down two slip-rails a little way from the crazy gate, and his eyes rested on the second barefooted imp.

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Life jogged along tamely, and, as far as I could see, gave promise of going to the last slip-rails without a canter, until one day in July 1896 mother received a letter from her mother which made a pleasant change in my life, though, like all sweets, that letter had its bitter drop.

My Brilliant Career Miles Franklin 1916

Then while Happy Dick was assuring us that "both Warlochs were bankers," the Sanguine Scot rode in through the slip-rails at the North track, waving his hat in greeting and with Bertie and Bertie's Nellie tailing along behind him.

We of the Never-Never Jeannie Gunn 1915

"You'll see me within a fortnight, bar accidents" he called back, as the waggon lurched forward towards the slip-rails; and the pub also having little attraction for the Dandy, we decided to expect him, "bar accidents."

We of the Never-Never Jeannie Gunn 1915

"We'd better do the thing in style," and whipping up the horses, he whirled them through the open slip-rails, past the stockyards, away across the grassy homestead enclosure, and pulled up with a rattle of hoofs and wheels at the head of

We of the Never-Never Jeannie Gunn 1915

And then, as if to prove that we are not always on the drink, or "whipping the cat, or committing suicide," that we can love and live for others besides self, Neaves 'mate came down from the little rise beyond the slip-rails, where he had spent his day carving a headstone out of a rough slab of wood that now stood at the head of our sick traveller's grave.

We of the Never-Never Jeannie Gunn 1915

"See anything?" he asked, soon after sun-up, waving his hands towards the northern slip-rails, as we stood at the head of the thoroughfare speeding our parting guests; and then he drew attention to the faintest greenish tinge throughout the homestead enclosure -- such a clean-washed-looking enclosure now.

We of the Never-Never Jeannie Gunn 1915