oast

I listened to it sitting in the hop-oast, whose tower, like a castle turret, overlooks and domineers the yard.

The farmers have been drying their damp wheat in the oast-houses over charcoal fires, and wages are lowered, and men discharged.

The road which we were using ran at right angles into a better-class way by the side of an old oast-house.

As we drew up at the fatal corner, the others came out of the oast-house to see what was making the noise.

“Oast-houses, where they dry the hops over a fire on horse-hair sheets,” said Mercer.