nose-bag

Dark green curtains were pulled back to let in the light, and through the windowpanes Charlotte could see their borrowed carriage waiting for them at the curb, the horse with its head dipped into a nose-bag, the driver reading a newspaper on his high seat.

Clockwork Angel Cassandra Clare 2010

And while he sat in this state behold, up came the husband man, with a great porringer of lentils67 and a nose-bag full of barley and seeing the pavilion pitched and the Mamelukes standing, hands upon breasts, thought that the Sultan was come and had halted on that stead.

The Book of The Thousand Nights And A Night 2006

There was the grain market, and the huts on the opposite side; and that beautiful woman, with silver armlets, and a face the colour of gold, which (the nose-bag having been luckily removed) beamed solemnly on us Europeans, like a great yellow harvest moon.

Notes of a Journey From Cornhill to Grand Cairo 2004

His horse -- a high-crested, fine-legged Andalusian, whose jetty coat looked yet blacker by contrast with the white sheep-skin that covered the saddle, and the flakes of foam with which his impatient champings had covered his broad chest -- was tied up near the stable door, the bridle removed, finishing out of a nose-bag a plentiful feed of maize.

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 62, Number 361, November, 1845. Various

As he expected, a gig stood at the churchyard gate; a bony, strong-shouldered, chestnut mare tethered to the gate-post, munching, mouth in nose-bag.

Stories of the Border Marches Jeanie Lang

Why, yes, I've known a cab-horse that turned his nose up so high he could never get it down again into his nose-bag when he wanted to eat his dinner, and they had to have a special sort of nose-bag made for him.

The Children's Book of London

"I will fill his horse's nose-bag with gold," replied Hassad.

The Arabian Art of Taming and Training Wild and Vicious Horses P. R. Kincaid

While Joe was gone he tethered the black horse at the door frame, found a nose-bag and methodically presented the grateful beast with his breakfast.

Then I'll Come Back to You Larry Evans

Tom 'I called him -- he layed down as soon as I off-saddled him, an' stuck his face into his nose-bag an 'eat layin' down.

Injun and Whitey to the Rescue William S. Hart

A parting clatter of pickaxe and thud of spade, a swing of the lantern, that sent a yellow light athwart some grey old headstones, rough voices and hasty steps, and two men appeared, pushed their implements into the back of the gig, released the mare from her nose-bag, clambered in, one on either side of the upright sack, and drove off at a quick trot.

Stories of the Border Marches Jeanie Lang