haversack

In a flash Basil had lugged a haversack from the undergrowth and was spreading a repast on the grass between them.

The gypsy filled their canteens and brought them each a liter of red wine with the corks half pulled and a saucisson which they stowed in their haversacks.

Accoutrements included blankets, canteens, haversacks and “possibles” bags.

“I thought we’d use the microscope today,” he said, securing it in its case and nestling it in his haversack.

All it ever did was take up space, dangling uselessly over my shoulder in its haversack like a wingless khaki albatross for the past four years.