Rakestale

a. 1892, Bliss Perry, Salem Kittredge and Other Stories, page 138, "You don't say! Ain't bought it yet, have ye? Set still, Jocko!" He tapped the dog's back with the rakestale.

Linseed oil was scattered over it, and then what sport they had as with sticks, rakestales and broom handles they mixed up the wool, making it fly in every direction, while the rafters of the barn echoed their merry, shouts and laughter.