A vision of the prison yard came again, shaping itself slowly, vaguely, and with it a sound of chains, the harsh voices of warders and gaolers.
"The Pioneers"
Katharine Susannah Prichard
Everybody went to his cell-it was the first place the warders took 'em, and they all bought things from Dick.
"The Other Fellow"
F. Hopkinson Smith
The long lines of reefs forbade his boat, but him they fairly invited, if strong swimming and deft footing could pass him on, from rock to wave, and from wave to rock, out to the far front of the great mass where the warders stood.
"The Unknown Sea"
Clemence Housman