Horse's gear

Usage examples of harness.

Toed off my Keds, pulled off my socks, unbuckled my sword harness and dropped my shorts on the ground, pulled off my T-shirt with the Device of Aceta blazoned in magic marker, and stood there in my tight, white, Johnny Weismuller briefs.

Gorwing roared, pounding on the front door of the Anything Shoppe with force enough to set adance the two sets of pony harness and the cabbage grater that hung against it.

The Alamo, harnessed behind the Sun King by four lines, would be dragged along behind.

Dismukes might never have been harnessed to the beam of an arrastra and driven like a mule, and his awful tread-mill toil in the terrible heat under the lacerating lash was as if it had never been.

He was all axman now, sure and powerful in his heavy crimson cloak, the weight of his broadax straining the leather harness at his breast.

A ripple passed through those remaining as they began sticking their spears through the harness holding their bowcases, hanging their bucklers on their belts, unlimbering their bows.

Luke and Mara thought their harness belts would cut right through them.

A skeletal hand clicked bony fingers against the hilt of the knife still borne in a harness on its chest.

In the next fifteen minutes we have to get our suits on, over to the ore buckets, and into these harnesses.

I shake my traveling risers loose from my full-body harness, slide my hands over the crowded gear sling that we call a rack, find the two-bearing pulley by feel, clip it on to the riser ring with a carabiner, run a Munter hitch into a second carabiner as a friction-brake backup to the pulley brake, find my best offset-D carabiner and use it to clip the pulley flanges together around the cable, and then run my safety line through the first two carabiners while tying a short prusik sling onto the rope, finally clipping that on to my chest harness below the risers.

To show him that it was all right, I reach up to my harness line to show him that the carabiner is locked tight to the safety line.

My right hand is useless -- some tendon slashed in these final seconds -- so I raise my left hand, pull the safety line from my harness -- I can only hope it is still intact -- and clip the carabiner onto the piton bolt with a metallic slap, like handcuffs slamming home.

The double locking snap hook at the end of the galvanized steel cable he connected to a carabiner, which hooked on the full body harness sewn into the tactical vest.

When they had finished eating, the carilloneur refastened his harness to his line, and, with a wave and a brief word, dropped over the side of the ledge and out of sight.

The tackroom and workshops of the stables housing the horses of the Carinthian Jaegers has been destroyed by fire and he has a big order for new harness in time for a state parade in October.