He smiled sardonically as he took it in his horny hand with its dirty broken nails.
"Mrs. Warren's Daughter" by Sir Harry Johnston
Don't forget that, when you're making your appeal to those horny-handed sons of toil over yonder at Ophir.
"The Honorable Senator Sage-Brush" by Francis Lynde
She suffers also from a horny skin on the palms of her hands, with deep cracks where the natural lines are.
"The Healthy Life, Vol. V, Nos. 24-28" by Various
She drew back when he thrust out one of his horny hands.
"From the Valley of the Missing" by Grace Miller White
The horny-handed son of toil was very busy at the plow as he saw us coming.
"S.O.S. Stand to!" by Reginald Grant
They all had honest German faces, honest blue eyes, horny hands and round shoulders.
"A Cigarette-Maker's Romance" by F. Marion Crawford
With a savage cry, between a grunt and a squeal, the Malay ran in, clutching with his great horny sailor's hands.
"Ambrotox and Limping Dick" by Oliver Fleming
He was tall and rough, with hands large and horny from hard work.
"Short Stories of Various Types" by Various
At last they saw them coming, the paddles flashing in unison in the horny hands which tirelessly drove the boats along the river.
"The Magnificent Adventure" by Emerson Hough
Before a word could be exchanged a tall, lank, grim mountaineer slouched forward and laid a horny hand upon Steve's shoulder.
"The Boy from Hollow Hut" by Isla May Mullins
A laboring man, with horny hands,
Who swung the axe, who tilled his lands,
Who shrank from nothing new,
But did as poor men do!
"Abraham Lincoln: An Horatian Ode" by Richard Henry Stoddard
Not squatters rich or mines of gold,
Can make Australia flourish;
But horny hands the plough that hold,
It's surest wealth can nourish:
"Unlock The Land(an Australian Ballad)" by Anonymous Oceania
Place thy lilly-white hand in mine,
Let its velvet touch on my horny palm,
Comfort, encourage, embolden, refine,--
This grosser clay, by its subtle charm.
"Lilly-White Hand" by John Hartley
Come city toilers, who their hour of ease
Weave out to precious seconds as they lie
Pillow'd on horny hands, to hear the breeze
Through my great branches die.
"The City Tree" by Isabella Valancy Crawford
Friend of the working man! the heart-warm tear,
Wiped by the horny hand of honest toil,
Is shed in grateful showers upon thy bier,
By million workmen upon British soil!
"On The Death of John Cassell" by Janet Hamilton
He'd been in the weather, his skin was like leather,
His hands were all horny and rough;
You could see by his stride he was just made to ride,
And no broncho for him was too tough.
"Yavapai Pete" by Curley Fletcher