spile

Rhys: I don’t do much with Instagram but my algorithm is generally older men showing you how to kind of spile a garboard plank next to a keel, things like that.

From Los Angeles Times ● Aug. 20, 2026

Then I think of the spile and wrest it from the tree trunk.

From "Catching Fire" by Suzanne Collins

I drop the spile, forget where I am or what lies ahead, only know I must reach her, protect her.

From "Catching Fire" by Suzanne Collins

I strip a tough vine of its leaves, thread it through the hollow center, and tie the spile securely to my belt.

From "Catching Fire" by Suzanne Collins

By wiggling and adjusting the spile, we get a thin stream running out.

From "Catching Fire" by Suzanne Collins

Many tech stocks were having a rough start after Broadcom’s fiscal second-quarter report sparked a 15.5% decline in the stock—and spiled across the sector.

From Barron's ● Jun. 4, 2026

Me, I got a scrape in my arm an' some son of a wolf spiled my saddle.

From Rimrock Trail by Joseph Allan Dunn

The spirit of an infuriated cook must have raged in Mrs. Jackson's breast when she bade Betty "tell 'em to mak' the best of it, because everything is spiled."

From The House 'Round the Corner by Louis Tracy

I'll not speak of it as spiled, though a prettier and a better bit of bunting was never mastheaded.

From The Honour of the Flag by W. Clark (William Clark) Russell

“Hit means a she-bear, shore as a cap-shootin’ gun; but you’ve done spiled it all by tellin’.

From Our Southern Highlanders by Horace Kephart

Here his feet were close to the water, but he supported himself on a cross rail nailed from one section of the spiling to another.

From Young Hunters of the Lake by Ralph Bonehill

The ship passed between the long rows of spiling with nice judgment.

From The Best Short Stories of 1919 and the Yearbook of the American Short Story by Edward J. (Edward Joseph Harrington) O'Brien

Then the spiling gave way under the strain that for several minutes had been put upon it, and the dam went out with a crash and a roar, accompanied by a series of terrifying explosions.

From Grace Harlowe's Overland Riders in the Great North Woods by Jessie Graham [pseud.] Flower

"Faix—we wouldn't be afther spiling your honer's divarsion, my lord, on no account," said another.

From The Kellys and the O'Kellys by Anthony Trollope

I rushed forrard, and raised her to my arms: spiling thereby a new weskit and a pair of crimson smalcloes.

From The Memoirs of Mr. Charles J. Yellowplush by William Makepeace Thackeray