Suddenly, with a quick motion, one of the native policemen made a dart with the huge pitchfork he carried, his object being to strike the tines on either side of the madman and hold him pinned against the wall; but he was too quick, for he darted aside, and striking fiercely with his kris, started off afresh, but running more slowly now, for he was growing weak.
"One Maid's Mischief"
George Manville Fenn
I believe I've swallowed a dose of pitchfork tines, or a half-pint of darnin needles.
"Letters of Major Jack Downing, of the Downingville Militia"
Seba Smith
These filled up the vacant space between the tines, and made them capable of holding the combustible matter with which they were at night filled.
"A New System; or, an Analysis of Antient Mythology. Volume II. (of VI.)"
Jacob Bryant