The sky was full of clouds, with a stooping appearance in the hang of them that reminded you of the belly of a hammock; they were of a sallow brown, very uncommon; some of them round about sipped the sea-line, and their shadows, obliterating those parts of the cincture which they overhung, broke the continuity of the horizon as though there were valleys in the ocean there.
"The Frozen Pirate"
W. Clark Russell
Whilst it was all clear horizon the immensity of the deep was in a measure limited to the vision by its cincture.
"The Frozen Pirate"
W. Clark Russell
Durtal looked at the Trappist as he walked majestic and quiet, his head buried in his hood, his hands passed under his cincture.
"En Route"
J.-K. (Joris-Karl) Huysmans