Waiting in the middle of a broad avenue of misshapen obelisks, a dilapidated barouche with a low body sagging the lower for debilitated springs, on either side its pole drooped two sorry specimens of crowbait.
"Alias The Lone Wolf"
Louis Joseph Vance
In that case, if that white crowbait you're riding hadn't already come three miles, we'd find out whether she can run.
"The Heritage of the Hills"
Arthur P. Hankins
His crowbait of a mule couldn't carry him so far.
"Rodney The Partisan"
Harry Castlemon