oakwood

• oak wood

From Old English āc wudu; equivalent to oak +‎ wood.^[1]

oakwood (countable and uncountable, plural oakwoods)

1. (countable) A wood populated with oak trees.
   • 1824, George Chalmers, Caledonia, volume 3, page 280:

     He says moreover the Earl of Galloway had an oakwood of three miles extent along the Cree, whence a great part of Wigtonshire is supplied with timber […]

   • 1950, Mervyn Peake, Gormenghast, London: Eyre & Spottiswoode, →OCLC:
     :

     She stood there for a moment, entirely alone in the dreaming oakwoods

2. (uncountable) The wood of the oak tree.
   • 1887, Morley Roberts, “Oregon Underfoot”, in The Western Avernus or Toil and Travel in Further North America, London: Smith, Elder, & Co., , page 252:

     Then I ran into the wilderness again of Wolf Creek, and spent 25 cents of the last little money I had in buying a can of salmon, which I devoured sitting on a log in the forest, and came at night to Grave Creek, and split a pile of oakwood, getting a good supper thereby and a long talk with the hired girl, who was pretty and pleasant, not deeming me a common tramp.

   • 1933, Mabel Dodge Luhan, “Grandma Cook in Her House”, in Intimate Memories: Background, New York, N.Y.: Harcourt, Brace and Company, pages 124 and 135:

     When you went in the heavy front doors of Grandpa Cook’s house, the first impression was of burning oakwood. […] The room I always slept in there, and that was especially for grandchildren, was a gloom. It had a no-lived-in feeling, no magic, no smell of its own, except that of the all-penetrating burning oakwood.

   • 1986, Linda Acaster, Hostage of the Heart, Leicester, Leics.: Ulverscroft, published 1996, →ISBN, page 188:

     The acrid smell of sweat and burning oakwood vied with the sweet fragrance of roasted beef to fill her nostrils and envelop her senses, while the heat of the vast chamber threatened to overwhelm her more completely than the rigours of the journey.

   • 1998, Brian Jacques, “Act Three: The Queen’s Island”, in Marlfox (Redwall), London: Hutchinson Children’s Books, →ISBN, page 296:

     The Marlfox ignored the jibe, listening to the steady ring of axeblades against oakwood.