A portage.
1857. From this place we were to walk over a ‘carry,’ stated to be about a mile and a half long, but which was nearer six.—Knick. Mag., l. 494 (Nov.).
1857. This was my first experience in ‘carrying,’ the generic word for this sort of business, and I must be allowed to state, that as a general proposition, I do not admire this species of locomotion, either in point of speed or comfort.—Id., 495.
1858. At length a Mr. Hinckley, who has a camp at the other end of the “carry,” appeared with a truck drawn by an ox and a horse over a rude log-railway through the woods. The next thing was to get our canoe and effects over the carry from this lake, one of the heads of the Kennebec, into the Penobscot River.—H. D. Thoreau, ‘Chesuncook’ (Atlantic Monthly, ii. p. 5/2 [June]).
1860. We crossed the carry at day-break.—All the Year Round, p. 588. (N.E.D.)
