bone yard

He must be nearly ready for the bone yard by this time anyhow.

Wasn't he the first buyer in fifteen years for that bone-yard of lonely dreams, Dark Valley?

He couldn't be expected to drive a horse that was thirty years old and was only fit for the bone-yard, now, could he?

The air was heavy-laden with bone-yard scents—rot and corrosion and rust and dust.

Above the deposit, and some sixty feet below the surface of the prairie, he found what he described as "an old bone yard."