Sentence examples for stockade in from inspiring English sources

In 1854 miners at the Eureka Stockade in Ballarat, Victoria, protested government labour policies by hoisting a blue flag with a white cross and five white eight-pointed stars.

In 1854, two years after its founding, Ballarat (its name was derived from two Aboriginal words meaning "resting place") was the scene of an armed rebellion known as Eureka Stockade, in which about 25 miners, demanding political reform and the abolition of licenses, were shot down by the military; the incident is commemorated by a memorial and the Eureka Stockade Centre.

White officers who didn't offer lifts to black marines were attacked, there was a major riot at the principal military prison, the Long Binh Stockade, in October 1968, and a critical inter-racial clash on the Kitty Hawk aircraft carrier in October 1972.

Notably British soldiers were involved in the battle at the Eureka Stockade in 1854 on the Victorian goldfields.

These flags, and many others such as the Eureka Flag (which came into use at the Eureka Stockade in 1854), featured stars representing the Southern Cross.

The Cactus League consists of 4 small ball parks in & around Phoenix plus baseball stockades in Tucson, Yuma & Palm Springs, Calif.

They are all timorously proud of their lawns and their Colonial houses, stockaded in the country clubs they've had to create, ambitious in pushing their children, like small, reluctant Indian scouts, into the new territory of white schools.

With its bamboo perimeter fences and huts it is more reminiscent of frontier stockades in the American west than a military base for an army fighting a modern civil war.

One very jolly dinner was held in a circular log stockade constructed in traditional form; inside, a bar, a communal dinner table and copious buffet, and a stomping, rocking group of welcome songs from the African staff kept us up late around the campfire.

The car will gently open its doors as I stagger out of the Stockade Tavern, in Kingston, then carry me across the Hudson River singing, in its rational Volvo voice, the closing sequence from the Soviet classic "Good Night, Little Ones," while whispering, in my father's Russian, "Left shit, right; left shit, right.

Why would anyone build a moat and a stockade wall in the middle of the wilderness?