Kent was leaning forward, studying the gashes he had cut in the sod with his spurs.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
The general color of the land was a frosty blue, and there were deep valleys to be seen, gashes cut by the slow movement of centuries of glaciers, with rocky headlands leaping forward, bleak and cold.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook
The winds again cut gashes across our faces.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook