A rocking-chair.
1855. The sun was shining pleasantly in at the windows, the fire was crackling in the stove, spreading a genial warmth throughout the room, and, seated in the nice large rocker drawn up before it, Mr. C. could look out upon the beautiful country miles east and south, and, in his enthusiastic love of nature, would forget his own ills.—Sara Robinson, ‘Kansas,’ p. 98 (1857).
1857. She sat down in the rocker at one end of the table.—Olmsted, ‘Journey through Texas,’ p. 49. (N.E.D.)
