A device for deliveringpressurizedair in a controlled quantity to a controlled location. At its most simple terms a bellows is a container which is deformable in such a way as to alter its volume which has an outlet or outlets where one wishes to blow air.
When wood fires were common, so werebellows for helping start them.
That concertina was a wonder in its way. The handles that was on it first was wore out long ago, and he'd made new ones of braided rope yarn. And thebellows was patched in more places than a cranberry picker's overalls.
“Why, who should J. B. mean by Joe, but old Joe Bagstock—Joseph—your slave—Joe, Ma’am? Here! Here’s the man! Here are the Bagstockbellows, Ma’am!” cried the Major, striking himself a sounding blow on the chest.
Sobellowsed, all the kindled soul of Hugh Became a still white hell of brooding ire, And through his veins regenerating fire Ran, driving out the lethargy of pain.
1920,Arthur Guiterman, “Thunder-Storm”, inBallads of Old New York[2], New York: Harper & Bros., page49:
The smiths of the heavens are mending the weather; Their hammers are beating the fragments together. The cumulus mountains with nebulous gorges Are dazzled with flame of the wind-bellowsed forges;
He almost let the cigar go out. ‘Good God, no. We’re both exiles, aren’t we?’ Hebellowsed the end red again and continued, delicate as a musician, his scoring.
1904, A. R. Sennett, chapter 6, inAcross the Great Saint Bernard: The Modes of Nature and the Manners of Man[5], London: Bemrose & Sons, page389:
[…] [the dogs] sprang up, and, with a grand spraying of the crisp snow as they fleetly clambered up the steep side, they were with us in an incredibly short time, with pink tongues protruding, sidesbellowsing, and sterns wagging.
1916, Roger Pocock, chapter 6, inHorses[8], 2nd edition, London: John Murray, published1917, pages170–171:
Without being tight[…] the boot leg should fit close. The ankle should be supple as a stocking, and “bellowsed” to make sure of suppleness.
1986,Will D. Campbell, chapter 9, inForty Acres and a Goat[9], Atlanta: Peachtree, page185:
[…] the chairman of the gathered scholars[…] [shushed] the black waiters preparing to feed us a hefty lunch behind thebellowsed dividing wall with the impatient yell, “You’re disturbing our meeting,” while we discussed their plight on our side of the wall.
1994,Timothy West,I’m Here I Think, Where Are You? Letters from a touring actor, London: Hodder & Stoughton, published1995,page139:
[The bus] rolled swiftly down the hill andbellowsed five parked cars[…]
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