I slipped the strap of my haversack over my shoulder-we both of us already had on our Burberrys-pushed down the window, put my leg over, and jumped into the night.
"The Escaping Club"
A. J. Evans
The men lay in their ranks, each with his feet to the front and his head rearward, each covered by his overcoat and pillowed upon his haversack, each with his loaded rifle nestled close beside him.
"The Brigade Commander"
J. W. Deforest
Carre merely said: "Put my haversack under my head."
"The New Book Of Martyrs"
Georges Duhamel