It went that, the evening before, he and his young cousin, Arch'laus Bryant, had been lying stretched on their stomachs before the fire in the big room-he reading the Pilgrim's Progress by the light of the Turves, and Arch'laus listening.
"The White Wolf and Other Fireside Tales"
Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
To the left, as one entered, was an open hearth; but the glowing peat-Turves were now pitch'd to right and left over the hearthstone and about the floor, where they rested, filling the den with smoke.
"The Splendid Spur"
Arthur T. Quiller Couch
As day began to break, the old man picked himself up, yawned and lounged out, returning after a time with fresh Turves for the hearth.
"The Splendid Spur"
Arthur T. Quiller Couch