Tails

Examples

• Some sailors being aloft in the main-topsail rigging, the captain had ordered them to race down, threatening the hindmost with the cat-of-nine-tails. Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell. North and South.
• I am sure that you cannot fail to be delighted with the traces of heredity shown in the p's and in the tails of the g's. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes.
• It was the Manchus who obliged the Chinese to wear pig-tails as a mark of submission. H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
• Only to jerk their tails up and down. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
• He probed the glowworms with a bit of stick, and rolled them over, till the bright side of their tails was upwards. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
• I fancy that my pal is all right, though I see you have got his coat-tails. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
• The adults stood aloft upon their toes and their mighty tails, their talons pruning every available leaf and twig. Edgar Rice Burroughs. The Gods of Mars.
• The horses were generally very strong, formed much like the Norman horse, and with very heavy manes and tails. Ulysses S. Grant. Personal Memoirs of U. S. Grant.
• Plenty of subjects going about, for them that know how to put salt upon their tails. Charles Dickens. Great Expectations.
• In a barber's window I saw tails of hair with the prices marked, and one black tail, not so thick as mine, was forty dollars. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• There was a group of sober little donkeys with naked, dusky children clambering about them, or sitting astride their rumps, or pulling their tails. Mark Twain. The Innocents Abroad.
• Her woolly hair was braided in sundry little tails, which stuck out in every direction. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
• I felt another pull at my coat-tails. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
• And if turning up my hair makes me one, I'll wear it in two tails till I'm twenty, cried Jo, pulling off her net, and shaking down a chestnut mane. Louisa May Alcott. Little Women.
• The moment afterwards, I felt a soft pull at my coat-tails, and a small voice whispered, Look here, sir! Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.

Edited by Allison