He could use a prong in the haymaking; he could reap a little, and do good service tying up the cut corn.
"Hodge and His Masters"
Richard Jefferies
He leans on his prong, facing to windward, and gazing straight into the teeth of the light breeze, as he has done these forty and odd summers past.
"Hodge and His Masters"
Richard Jefferies
He leans on his prong-the sharp forks worn bright as silver from use-stuck in the sward, and his chest pressing on the top of the handle, or rather on both hands, with which he holds it.
"Hodge and His Masters"
Richard Jefferies