tailboards

And they didn't sing any hymns about milk and honey and Canaan, either; no, sir, it was a very different anthem, plunked out on a banjo by a young chap in a striped vest, with his girl dancing impromptu on a packing-case, and everyone thumping the tailboards-I daresay you know the tune well enough, although it was new then, but I'll be bound you don't know the words the Forty-Niners sang:

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

As my quota of wagons arrived, they were drawn into the stream one after another by the wheel team, six men in each wagon, and as they successively reach'd the other side of the channel the mules were unhitched, the pole of each wagon run under thre hind axle of the one just in front, and the tailboards used so as to span the slight space between them.

She Makes Her Mouth Small & Round & Other Stories 2010

We were a raffish crew, but they were sober men and grim women, with never a tin pan or a rope out of place, everything lashed down hard and the kids peeping solemnly over the tailboards.

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

I'd watched from a distance, because Chief Investigator Gromov was there with a cadre of his officers, checking the people too as they clambered across the tailboards, looking for me.

Quiller Meridian Hall, Adam 1993

As the wind shifted I could hear sounds from below, the banging of tailboards and the murmur of engines.

Quiller Bamboo Hall, Adam 1991

We were a raffish crew, but they were sober men and grim women, with never a tin pan or a rope out of place, everything lashed down hard and the kids peeping solemnly over the tailboards.

Flashman and The Redskins Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1982

And they didn't sing any hymns about milk and honey and Canaan, either; no, sir, it was a very different anthem, plunked out on a banjo by a young chap in a striped vest, with his girl dancing impromptu on a packing-case, and everyone thumping the tailboards-I daresay you know the tune well enough, although it was new then, but I'll be bound you don't know the words the Forty-Niners sang:

Flashman and The Redskins Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1982

And they didn't sing any hymns about milk and honey and Canaan, either; no, sir, it was a very different anthem, plunked out on a banjo by a young chap in a striped vest, with his girl dancing impromptu on a packing-case, and everyone thumping the tailboards-I daresay you know the tune well enough, although it was new then, but I'll be bound you don't know the words the Forty-Niners sang:

Flashman And The Redskins Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1982

We were a raffish crew, but they were sober men and grim women, with never a tin pan or a rope out of place, everything lashed down hard and the kids peeping solemnly over the tailboards.

Flashman And The Redskins Fraser, George MacDonald, 1925- 1982

In Madrid, between artillery bombardments, children were stuffed into trucks to be taken somewhere, out of that roulette death, while their mothers clung to the tailboards of the trucks and were dragged weeping after the bewildered, weeping children.

The Arabs of Palestine 1969