sharp-shod

"You will leave this place, taking your woman and your beasts and your sharp-shod horses."

Blind Man's Lantern Allen Kim Lang

In many places the ambulance wheels had to be "blocked," and the back and front wheels of one side chained together so they could not turn, in addition to the heavy brake, and then the driver would send the four sharp-shod mules down at a swinging trot that kept the ambulance straight, and did not give it time to slip around and roll us down to eternity.

Army Letters from an Officer's Wife, 1871-1888 Frances Marie Antoinette Mack Roe

In the morning we would hear Dave's sharp-shod horse striking the hard-frozen ground, and one of us would leap to the icy floor, wrap up in a heavy blanket, stick our feet into sheep-lined moccasins (some nights we slept in them), open the door a foot or so, and hold out the mail bag.

Land of the Burnt Thigh Edith Eudora Kohl

The thaw that ruined the iced surface of the skid-ways was followed by several days of freezing weather that put a hard, smooth finish on the deep snow of the longer road, over which the runners of the box-bodied tote-sled slipped with scarcely any resistance to the pull of the sharp-shod team.

The Promise A Tale of the Great Northwest 1921

Some of them lunged up the banks, only to tumble down again, their threshing limbs and sharp-shod hoofs working more havoc than blows from old-time battle-hammers.

Rainbow's End Rex Ellingwood Beach 1913

Their small, sharp-shod hoofs had punched sink-holes in the trail at every step.

The Yukon Trail A Tale of the North William MacLeod Raine 1912

"Grant can run over me sharp-shod and I won't say a word, for what he did day before yesterday," declared Jack, opening his eyes and looking straight at Evadna.

Good Indian B. M. Bower 1905

The horses were sharp-shod and sure-footed, so the girls rode as safely as if on the mossy trail, but they had not gone far before Polly began murmuring to herself.

Polly of Pebbly Pit Lillian Elizabeth Roy 1900

First they would pass a gang of laborers working on the road, or perhaps a man walking up and down telegraph poles with sharp-shod heels; then appeared humble houses with children playing thickly around them.

Old Caravan Days Mary Hartwell Catherwood 1874

Nature's voice making distant music through the twilight summer night, those brilliant, flashing, northern lights when days grow short, those dazzling, blinding storms of autumn snow, that cheerful winter frost and cold, that joy of sledging over the smooth ice, when the sharp-shod horse careers at full speed with the light sledge, or rushes down the steep pitches over the crackling snow through the green spruce wood -- all these form a Nature of their own.

Popular Tales from the Norse George Webbe Dasent 1856