from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • n. A curb or inclosure around and above the top of a well. See cut under pozzo.


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  • The water-man from the well-curb put in a plea for the small architect, saying that it was only the play of a baby and did not much disfigure my garden.

    Short Stories and Selections for Use in the Secondary Schools

  • The well-curb, with its long sweep and old oaken bucket, brings memories, to some of us, of refreshing droughts of pure water, and of delicious cream and butter rolls, which the moss-covered stone shelves far down the well held securely from possible taint.

    Annals and Reminiscences of Jamaica Plain

  • The creature, possessed by some sudden frolic, darted away behind the well-curb.

    The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 106, August, 1866

  • She walked without the slightest hesitation directly to the well-curb, to the spot which she had mentioned, stooped down, and brushed away the three-inch fall of snow.

    The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 106, August, 1866

  • Also, that her room looked out upon the opposite side of the house from that on which the well-curb stood.

    The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 106, August, 1866

  • And stooping to his little daughter, who was holding his knees, he caught her up, and tossed her high in the air, but put her down at once, seeming almost to let her fall out of his hands, and, catching for breath, leaned against the well-curb.

    The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 106, August, 1866

  • However, he determined to set out; but after getting a mile or so from home, he saw that it was impossible to go farther, so sat down on a well-curb and wept bitterly.

    Philippine Folk-Tales

  • They set off on the run to where a pile of stones showed a well-curb had once been.

    The Boy Inventors' Radio Telephone

  • As soon as the coast was clear I climbed down, but I happened to see a rare bit of quartz sparkling in the sun on the edge of the well-curb.

    The Boy Inventors' Radio Telephone

  • I am afraid she never could have managed with those little hands, to have drawn the bucket over the well-curb; but while she stood trembling like a leaf, holding back the windlass with both hands, and gazing desperately on the bucket, down whose green sides the water-drops were raining back into the well, good uncle Nathan came up, panting with exertion, and seizing hold of the bucket jerked it over the curb.

    The Old Homestead


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