Kingsnorth watched her jealously and when he was certain that she was beyond listening or seeing, asked Charlotte for his tobacco pouch.
"The Locusts' Years"
Mary Helen Fee
My rifle was muzzle-tight, and I had to carry in my pouch a bullet-starter.
"Memoirs of Orange Jacobs"
Orange Jacobs
Jack rose, and sauntering to a drawer, pulled forth an old tobacco pouch, and pouring the contents on to the table proceeded to count the small-very small-heap of coin.
"Only One Love, or Who Was the Heir"
Charles Garvice