cinderous

These towns looked, in the cinderous wet, as though they had one and all been on fire and were just put out — a dreary and quenched panorama, many miles long.

The Lazy Tour of Two Idle Apprentices 2007

Today it stands almost six hundred feet high, a cinderous black cone garnished sparsely with green.

The Song of The Dodo David Quammen 2004

Today it stands almost six hundred feet high, a cinderous black cone garnished sparsely with green.

The Song of The Dodo David Quammen 2004

When the heavy drag had been adjusted to the wheel, and the carriage slid down hill, with a cinderous smell, in a cloud of dust, the red glow departed quickly; the sun and the Marquis going down together, there was no glow left when the drag was taken off.

Library of the World's Best Literature, Ancient and Modern — Volume 11 Charles Dudley Warner 1864

There was a very scanty cinderous fire in the grate by which they sat; and there was a tent bedstead in the room, with a bed upon it and a coverlet.

The Uncommercial Traveller 1861

When the heavy drag had been adjusted to the wheel, and the carriage slid down hill, with a cinderous smell, in a cloud of dust, the red glow departed quickly; the sun and the Marquis going down together, there was no glow left when the drag was taken off.

A Tale of Two Cities 1859

These towns looked, in the cinderous wet, as though they had one and all been on fire and were just put out -- a dreary and quenched panorama, many miles long.

Lazy Tour of Two Idle Apprentices Charles Dickens 1841

When the heavy drag had been adjusted to the wheel, and the carriage slid down hill, with a cinderous smell, in a cloud of dust, the red glow departed quickly; the sun and the Marquis going down together, there was no glow left when the drag was taken off.

A Tale of Two Cities Charles Dickens 1841

There was a very scanty cinderous fire in the grate by which they sat; and there was a tent bedstead in the room with a bed upon it and a coverlet.

The Uncommercial Traveller Charles Dickens 1841

(to save himself from being choked with dust) he patrolled a little cinderous beat he established for the purpose, without taking his eyes from the diggers, he still stumped to the tune: He's GROWN too FOND of

Our Mutual Friend Charles Dickens 1841