cowskin

A few dilapidated chairs stood about, homemade looking chairs with concave seats of worn cowskin.

The militia wore such toggery as they could get—grey homespun coat with red sash, cowskin boots, and the traditional tuque bleue.

After the cowskin was dried up, Ned started for town to sell it.

Ned's cow died, and he hung the cowskin up in the barn to dry, too lazy to carry it to market.

On the way, feeling lazy, he wrapped himself in his cowskin and went to sleep in a barn's hay-mow.