He was puffing away at a briar-root pipe, trying his best to look mannish.
"The Rover Boys in the Land of Luck" by Edward Stratemeyer
A man sat before the stove, smoking a short briar pipe.
"The Missing Tin Box" by Arthur M. Winfield
Mr Pepson lighted up a cigar, while Dick produced a briar pipe.
"With Wolseley to Kumasi" by F.S. Brereton
His hands were deep in his pockets and he held a briar pipe between his lips.
"With Edge Tools" by Hobart Chatfield-Taylor
Two men were sitting in the anteroom, both smoking briar pipes.
"A Bed of Roses" by W. L. George
His father, wearing soiled clothing, sat on the porch steps, an old briar pipe in his mouth.
"The Guarded Heights" by Wadsworth Camp
Even his briar pipe tasted burned out, like ashes.
"Project Cyclops" by Thomas Hoover
Oliver tilted back his chair and lighted his briar pipe.
"The Heritage of the Hills" by Arthur P. Hankins
Napoleon, like every one else at The Briars, knew and admired the dog, and if he noticed Tom Pipes's approach had no objection to it.
"Napoleon's Young Neighbor" by Helen Leah Reed
Likewise, at this point, Angus always filled and lighted his pipe, a rank-smelling briar, well burnt down on one side.
"The Way of the Strong" by Ridgwell Cullum
Swinton was smoking "bird's-eye" in a briar-root pipe.
"The Child Wife" by Mayne Reid
French briar pipes are justly celebrated, but the American pipes are better made.
"Tobacco Leaves" by W. A. Brennan
Stretton seated himself again in his chair and took out a briar pipe from his pocket.
"The Truants" by A. E. W. (Alfred Edward Woodley) Mason
Witness the briar-root pipes of St. Claude.
"The Catholic World; Volume I, Issues 1-6" by E. Rameur
The big-bearded man from Spence's room entered, smoking a briar pipe.
"When It Was Dark" by Guy Thorne
Humanity gleamed in him like an ember under the crust of a clotted briar pipe.
"The Trial of Callista Blake" by Edgar Pangborn
McPhulach emitted a groan, then took from his pocket a short and very rank briar pipe.
"Captain Calamity" by Rolf Bennett
He pulled a briar pipe from his pocket and lighted it before he answered.
"The Mystery of the Hidden Room" by Marion Harvey
Upon the joyous New Year's day I threw my briar pipe away.
"Uncle Walt [Walt Mason]" by Walt Mason
One of them was my father, coarsely and poorly dressed, and holding between his fingers a small briar pipe.
"The Yellow House" by E. Phillips Oppenheim