Lots of cars got into trouble up there, said the man that soil was dobe, slick as glass; have to trench the road better. 1927, Upton Sinclair, Oil!, page 11:
His wife and baby were with him in the dobe house, a small one that his Indian stepfather had built. 1957 September 5, Jack Kerouac, On the Road, New York, N.Y.: Viking Press, →OCLC: