bog-oak

He fell back, with his swarthy breast (from which my gripe had rent all clothing), like a hummock of bog-oak, standing out the quagmire; and then he tossed his arms to heaven, and they were black to the elbow, and the glare of his eyes was ghastly.

Lorna Doone Richard Doddridge 2004

He rose and went over to the sideboard, a massive affair in bog-oak on which the tray and the glasses which had held the sherry were still standing.

My Bones Will Keep Mitchell, Gladys, 1901-1983 1977

Dame Beatrice was shown to a stone-flagged chamber, immensely vast, which contained, besides the bed, a washstand of nineteenth-century veneered mahogany and a dressing-table in bog-oak.

Spotted Hemlock Mitchell, Gladys, 1901-1983 1958

And other cares came to bother her: the indispensable things which she would have to buy at the end of the week out of her salary; open-work stockings, an aigrette for the theater, a little black bog-oak pig to wear at her wrist.

The Bill-Toppers J. Andr�� Castaigne

We know, indeed, that in early times, certainly, England was much more densely wooded than now; the rocky foundation on which Exmoor lies is covered with a peaty deposit which is formed of decayed vegetable substance -- the myriad leaves, perhaps, of many hundred autumns -- and near the Chains, which are a series of dangerous bogs near Dunkery Beacon, stumps and roots of bog-oak have been pulled out of the ground.

Lynton and Lynmouth A Pageant of Cliff & Moorland F. J. Widgery

Erin lays out with no little artistic taste her bog-oak ornaments, and

The Confessions of a Caricaturist, Vol 2 (of 2) Harry Furniss

Janice saw them first, and then she saw Miss Silver, very neatly dressed in a most unbecoming shade of drab, with a bog-oak brooch and a quantity of mousy hair in a fringe controlled by a hair-net and primly coiled behind.

The Key Wentworth, Patricia 1944

Miss Silver undid her jacket, disclosing the fact that she was wearing a bog-oak brooch in the form of a rose with a pearl in the heart of it.

The Key Wentworth, Patricia 1944

She went out – a little dowdy person in garments of outmoded style, the bog-oak rose at her throat, her hair, neatly controlled by a net, piled high in a tight curled fringe after the fashion set by Queen Alexandra in the Nineties and now just coming in again, her feet in woollen stockings and bead-embroidered shoes, a brightly flowered knitting-bag depending from her arm.

The Key Wentworth, Patricia 1944

Brun, of Molière, came from Lady Morgan, whose pen of bog-oak and gold,

The Life of the Rt. Hon. Sir Charles W. Dilke, Volume 2 Stephen Lucius Gwynn 1907