The narrow bay, the "wee Scots loch," bit deep into Tops Island, and across it had been piled up by the mountain streams a bar of mud and sand, a low wave-swept barrier.
— from Madame Gilbert's Cannibal by Bennet Copplestone

I found a box of matches and struck a light, but the wind blew it out.
— from Aliens by William McFee

On some shelves was a box of miscellaneous articles, such as lids to tin cans, bed castors, old toothbrushes, bits of broken crockery, pieces of wire, chips of wood, and the dried foot and leg of a hen.
— from Under the Maples by John Burroughs