stack-yard

An old country game, usually played in a corn-field or stack-yard and somewhat resembling Prisoner's Bars, originally played by three couples.

Annotations To The Text of _Wat Tyler_ 2007

This was a farm about half a mile inland, and when we reached it we lay down by the stack-yard gate and panted.

Prester John 2005

Farmhouses would be burned, stack-yard and byre made desolate.

Red Cap Tales Stolen from the Treasure Chest of the Wizard of the North Samuel Rutherford Crockett

Those in pursuit of pleasure and fortune next proceed to the stack-yard, and pull each a stalk of oats, and, by counting the grains upon the stem, the puller will ascertain the number of little branches that will shoot forth from the family tree.

The Mysteries of All Nations Rise and Progress of Superstition, Laws Against and Trials of Witches, Ancient and Modern Delusions Together With Strange Customs, Fables, and Tales James Grant

When these were passed and we reached the remembered stack-yard gate, there was clear heaven again above my head, its exquisite ever-darkening blue already gemmed with the more brilliant stars.

The Argosy Vol. 51, No. 4, April, 1891 Various

He next took me across the lawn to see his mole-traps, and then into the stack-yard to see his weasel-traps, one of which, to his great joy, contained a dead weasel; and then into the stable to see, not the fine carriage horses, but a little rough colt, which he informed me had been bred on purpose for him, and he was to ride it as soon as it was properly trained.

Agnes Grey 1931

We camped that night in an abandoned stack-yard near the mouth of the river.

The Trail of the Plume-Hunter 1910

So Wendy went up the lane to the farm, and asked at the front door and the back door, and looked round the stack-yard and the buildings, but there was never a trace of the gipsy girl.

A harum-scarum schoolgirl Angela Brazil 1907

This was a farm about half a mile inland, and when we reached it we lay down by the stack-yard gate and panted.

Prester John John Buchan 1907

In the stack-yard, behind the lengthy range of stables, two men were thatching.

Bob, Son of Battle Alfred Ollivant 1900