rowel

Johnny took off his spurs and showed the silversmith a broken rowel.

From "Johnny Tremain" by Esther Hoskins Forbes

Row′el-head, the axis on which a rowel turns; Row′eling-need′le, a needle used for inserting a rowel or seton; Row′eling-scis′sors, a farrier's instrument for inserting rowels; Row′el-spur, a spur having several radiating points.

From Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary (part 3 of 4: N-R) by Various

The steel scabbards clank; As each rowel is pressed To a horse’s hot flank; And swift is their rush And the wild torrents flow, When it pours from the crag On the valley below.

From How the Flag Became Old Glory by A. C. Valentine

The name of Richard Clyde was to his impatient, jealous spirit, as is the rowel to the fiery steed.

From Ernest Linwood or, The Inner Life of the Author by Caroline Lee Hentz

It is reddish, rounded at the toe, and carries a spur at least a pound in weight, with a rowel three inches in diameter!

From The Scalp Hunters by F.A. Stewart

What roweled the independents was their firm conviction that the scheduled lines could do the job only with the help of their Government "subsidies" in carrying air mail.

From Time Magazine Archive

Hart roweled Mondale from end to end of the country, leaving the Democratic candidate wounded and bleeding.

From Time Magazine Archive

She looked into his face in a way that roweled the man.

From Red Fleece by Will Levington Comfort

The dugout of Tucu leaped away like a roweled horse.

From The Pathless Trail by Arthur O. (Arthur Olney) Friel

Usually these legs were clothed in tight-fitting overalls, and his small feet incased in boots of high-grade leather wonderfully roweled.

From Bred of the Desert A Horse and a Romance by Marcus Horton

The old schooner scrunched her way past the Olenia, roweling the yacht's glossy paint and smearing her with tar and slime.

From Blow The Man Down A Romance Of The Coast - 1916 by Holman Day

Very rarely did The Kid use the spurs, but he used them now, roweling Blizzard desperately.

From Kid Wolf of Texas by Paul S. (Paul Sylvester) Powers

Then another rider was on the trail: Tom Beck, roweling his horse, fanning his shoulders with the rein ends, crying aloud to him for speed, his gun in his holster, a useless thing.

From The Last Straw by Harold Titus

It was still another spur roweling me back to the ring of combat.

From The Prairie Mother by Arthur E. Becher

The thought of it spurred him every waking hour, roweling his wounded pride cruelly.

From Gunsight Pass How Oil Came to the Cattle Country and Brought a New West by William MacLeod Raine

On our left was an impassable hedge of small trees, crowning a heavy drop into the field outside the wood; our faces were rowelled by the branches of young spruce firs.

From Further Experiences of an Irish R.M. by Martin Ross

A book rowelled the small of Klinker's back as he reclined upon the pillow, and plucking it from beneath him, he glanced at the back of it.

From Queed by Raymond Moreau Crosby

Cursing the ancestry of such heartless jokers, Elias rowelled his horse's flanks with the sharp corners of his stirrups, and went off at a furious gallop.

From The Valley of the Kings by Marmaduke William Pickthall

Around you smoky clouds like ogres tower; The earth is rowelled deep with spurs of flame, And on your helmet stones and ashes shower.

From Rhymes of a Red Cross Man by Robert W. (Robert William) Service

The silence seems a solid thing, shot through with wolfish woe; And rowelled by the eager stars the skies vault vastly back, And man seems but a little mite on that weird-lit plateau.

From Rhymes of a Rolling Stone by Robert W. (Robert William) Service

What no system can bear indefinitely is the continual rowelling of its vitals by those who are trying to get rich.

From Time Magazine Archive

It was really quite extraordinary how much was accomplished under the nagging spur of weather conditions and the cruel rowelling of Thorpe.

From The Blazed Trail by Stewart Edward White

Slingsby is plying his whip, Carnaby is rowelling savagely, yet, neck and neck, the sorrel and the gray race for the jump, with Barnabas and the Marquis behind.

From The Amateur Gentleman by Jeffery Farnol

For, what great, black horse is this which, despite Carnaby's flailing whip and cruel, rowelling spur, is slowly, surely creeping up with the laboring gray?

From The Amateur Gentleman by Jeffery Farnol

But Tom horse, facing homeward, needed none of the rowelling that he had demanded on the way up.

From Judith of the Godless Valley by Honoré Morrow