Our clothing was splitting to shreds.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook
His clothes hung in shreds about him, and bare skin appeared at his elbows and knees; his tall hat was so crumpled that it looked like a short hat, and his hair and whiskers were long and unkempt.
"The Mystery of the Locks"
Edgar Watson Howe
I saw one flag gently float into a lamp, burn up and fall in flaming shreds and no one was the wiser or the worse.
"From Edinburgh to India & Burmah"
William G. Burn Murdoch