from The Century Dictionary and Cyclopedia

  • n. Sand driven by a blast of air or steam, used to cut, depolish, or decorate glass and other hard substances.
  • To act upon by the sand-blast, or a current of air or steam carrying dry sand-particles at the high velocity of the jet: used to remove paint or oxid of iron from structures, and for general cleansing of metal surfaces, as well as for decoration of glass and other hard surfaces.


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  • For us, the rock shapes were constant speculation and astonishment; their granular surfaces and red colour and the curved chiselling of the sand-blast upon them softened the sunlight, to give our streaming eyes relief.

    Seven Pillars of Wisdom

  • We were never blinded — it was always possible to see for seven or eight feet to each side — but it was risky to look out, as, in addition to the certain sand-blast, we never knew if we should not meet a flying tree, a rush of pebbles, or a spout of grass-laden dust.

    Seven Pillars of Wisdom

  • This sort of glass is known as sand-blast glass, and the art of making it, they say, chanced to be discovered near the seashore.

    The Story of Glass

  • They called the product thus made sand-blast glass.

    The Story of Glass

  • No sand-blast of science had yet skinned off the epidermis of history, thought, and feeling.

    Rome (1859–1860)

  • We drove slowly away, against the fine, icy snow which cut our faces like a sand-blast.

    My Antonia

  • Albert shuddered with a sympathetic pain as he thought of the men on the tops of the icy cars, with hands straining at the brake, and the wind cutting their faces like a sand-blast.

    Wayside Courtships

  • Albert shuddered with a sympathetic pain as he thought of the heroic fellows on the tops of icy cars, with hands straining at frosty brakes, the wind cutting their faces like a sand-blast.

    Other Main-Travelled Roads

  • The roar of the blizzard drowned our voices when we were but six feet apart: had it not been on our backs we could not have gone a hundred yards, for we could no more face it than we could face a frozen sand-blast.

    The Big-Horn Sheep

  • The southeast wind was blowing down the Corso, and the pavements were yellow and sticky with the moistened sand-blast from the African desert.

    Casa Braccio, Volumes 1 and 2 (of 2)


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