cruisie

Anyway, Nature has merely to move and our grandest plans may crinkle up like a feather held to a "cruisie," the rude lamp, fed with dried splinters of fir-wood, or mutton tallow and a wick, which our Highlanders used for lighting.

The Black Colonel James Milne 1908

Maggie turned round with the freshly lit "cruisie" in her hand, and her eyes were caught by two other eyes, and held as if by a spell.

A Daughter of Fife Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr 1875

Promoters -- the big fisherman at his side, the ocean roaring in his ears, the lights from the cottage windows dully gleaming through the black darkness -- never forget that moment in which Maggie Promoter turned from the fire with the "cruisie" in her hand, the very incarnation of womanhood, crowned with perfect health and splendid beauty.

A Daughter of Fife Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr 1875

He will have nothing about him but the flying plover that is so heart-breaking in its piping at the grey of morn, for him must the night be a dreariness no rowth of cruisie or candle may mitigate.

John Splendid The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn Neil Munro

The odd thing is that as I get a look of the woman between the door-post and the wall, she sits with her back to the cruisie-light, patching clothes and crooning away at a dirge that's broken by her tears.

John Splendid The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn Neil Munro

More's cruisie moved again in the sacked towns of Ciudad Rodrigo,

Gilian The Dreamer His Fancy, His Love and Adventure Neil Munro

The piper play'd cheerly, the cruisie burn'd bright;

The Modern Scottish Minstrel , Volume I. The Songs of Scotland of the past half century Various

In the light of a cruisie that hung at the mantel-breas he was a comical-looking fellow with a high bald head, and his eyes, that were very dark and profound, surrounded by the red rings of weariness, all the redder for the pallor of his face.

John Splendid The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn Neil Munro

We went about on tiptoes as it might be in a house of the dead, and peeped in at the windows at where had been chambers lit by the cheerful cruisie or dancing with peat-fire flame -- only the dark was there, horrible with the odours of char, or the black joist against the dun sky.

John Splendid The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn Neil Munro

She turned with the cruisie in her hands and seemed to look over his head at vacancy, with large and melting eyes in a comely face.

John Splendid The Tale of a Poor Gentleman, and the Little Wars of Lorn Neil Munro