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They retired to their camp, and the landlord having passed into the sodden, sleepy stage of drunkenness, his wife asked if I should be afraid to sleep in the large canvas-sided, unceiled, doorless shed, as they could not move the sick miner.

A Lady's Life in the Rocky Mountains 2007

All the way north he pictured the Maine guides: simple and strong and daring, jolly as they played stud-poker in their unceiled shack, wise in woodcraft as they tramped the forest and shot the rapids.

Babbit 2004

The torrent on the unceiled roof prevented Ito from hearing what I said, the bed was soaked, and the water, having got into my box, had dissolved the remains of the condensed milk, and had reduced clothes, books, and paper into a condition of universal stickiness.

Unbeaten Tracks in Japan Isabella Lucy 2004

The unceiled roof shows the rafters whose arched timbers remind one that ships 'carpenters have built this house of God.

The Old Coast Road From Boston to Plymouth Agnes Rothery

Most of them were large, one-room, unceiled, with open fireplaces at one end for cooking.

Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves Georgia Narratives, Part 4 Work Projects Administration

The unceiled house that my father and mother shared with three other families was weatherboarded and had a chimney made of sticks and dirt.

Slave Narratives: a Folk History of Slavery in the United States From Interviews with Former Slaves Georgia Narratives, Part 1 Work Projects Administration

Phoebe, stretched on her cot in the living room, lay staring up into the darkness of the unceiled roof.

The Motor Maids at Sunrise Camp Katherine Stokes

There were skins of polar and Kodiak bear; of silver and black fox; there were antlered heads set above the fireplace and on the rough, bark-seamed pillars that supported the unceiled roof.

The Rim of the Desert Ada Woodruff Anderson

But they were quite unprepared for its vast size, capped by the unceiled roof now fast filling with shadows.

The Motor Maids at Sunrise Camp Katherine Stokes

Turner lay awake long after the light was out, staring up at the unceiled roof, at the faint light that marked the open doorway and the window, thinking, thinking, wondering at his own discontent, thinking of the fair-haired, blue-eyed girl he had loved so well and so long.

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