Fuel in Galway

Usage examples of peat.

Old Pete, who today actually smelt of old peat, for he had been turning his allotment beds.

In connection with all these lines of fuel testing, certain research work, both chemical and physical, is carried on to determine the true composition and properties of the different varieties of coal, the changes in the transformation from peat to lignite, from lignite to bituminous coal, and from bituminous to anthracite coal, and the chemical and physical processes in combustion.

Warm water bubbled and burped over a small peat fire in preparation for their baths.

But the flavour of whiskey, which is made from barley and oats, is owing to the malted grain being dried with peat, the smoke of which gives it the characteristic taste.

Beneath a faint touch of fruitiness like the aroma of a blossoming pear tree, I met in successive layers the tastes of black olives, aged Gouda cheese, pine needles, new leather, miso soup, either sorghum or brown sugar, burning peat, library paste, and myrtle leaves.

There the earth was so filled with moorstone and peat that only stunted trees and the poor grasses could survive.

Dying embers still glowed in the hearth, awaiting another stirring to life at morningtide, while the stench of stale ale, peat smoke, and sweat seemed to hang close above their heads, held there by the low ceiling.

In connection with these peat investigations, a reconnoissance survey has been made of the peat deposits of the Atlantic Coast.

I wrapped my sodden cloak around me and thought about the warm security of the scriptorium aglow in the ruddy blaze of a peat fire.

Seumas MacManus is as truly a shanachie as the old story-tellers that yet tell the old tales about peat fires in Donegal.

I trembled and wondered if any spirit were standing near us in the light of the peat fire, or if the shriek of the wind over our sheiling were the cry of some unhappy soul in torment.

I sleep comfortably on the sheltery side of a pile of dry peat on dry grass, and not be coming here and going back.

He used to hit the turps now and again and get dreadfully homesick, and babble about green mountains sloping down to the sea, and fluffy white clouds lazily sailing across a soft blue sky, and the smell of peat smoke fragrant in the dusk.

The room smelled of peat from the small fire of turves glowing red on the hearthstone in the centre of the room.

Beside one of the granite boulders Barton found a few chipped hunks of whinstone lying together in the peat and hidden by a mat of swamp grass.