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  • Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
    • ns Scrub-grass the scouring-rush
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Chambers's Twentieth Century Dictionary
A.S. scrob, a shrub.


In literature:

Here and there this scrub broke in round or oval patches of grass plain.
"The Land of Footprints" by Stewart Edward White
They had embarked on a sandy ocean with waves of thorny scrub and withered grass.
"The River War" by Winston S. Churchill
Some good grass grows in the mulga scrubs which are dotted over the plain surrounding the hill.
"Spinifex and Sand" by David W Carnegie
The soil too, from a loose sand, had become firmer and more united, and wherever the scrub had disappeared its place had been supplied by grass.
"Journals Of Expeditions Of Discovery Into Central Australia And Overland" by Edward John Eyre
Mulga scrub all round, and, in between, patches of reddish sand where the grass ought to be.
"While the Billy Boils" by Henry Lawson
A rough coarse scrub, interspersed with small quantities of grass, overspread the sandy soil.
"The Bushman" by Edward Wilson Landor
About these scrubs the grass is very good and there is a luxuriant undergrowth of saltbush and salt herbs.
"Journal of Landsborough's Expedition from Carpentaria" by William Landsborough
He sent a party of wreckers who pitched their camps on Snake Island, where they had plenty of grass, scrub, and timber.
"The Book of the Bush" by George Dunderdale
After that, broad rolling downs of yellowing grass and russet beech-scrub lead onward to the pass La Cisa.
"Sketches and Studies in Italy and Greece, Complete" by John Symonds
We clung to the scrub-pines and the sa-sa grass for safety.
"The Dragon Painter" by Mary McNeil Fenollosa
On top of the bench the prairie rolled to the horizon with nothing to break the expanse of grass but patches of scrub.
"The Woman from Outside" by Hulbert Footner
Down through withered weeds and scrub she hurried, ran across the grass to the kitchen door which swung ajar under its porch.
"The Flaming Jewel" by Robert W. Chambers
The left bank, going upstream, was lined with scrub and swamp grass.
"The Flying Stingaree" by Harold Leland Goodwin
Madame's floor is bare, but the wood has stood the scrubbings of years, and is as spotless as grass-dried linen.
""And they thought we wouldn't fight"" by Floyd Gibbons
There was just the thin blue reek from the crackling grass, and in the background the thicker smoke, rapidly increasing, from the scrub.
"From Chart House to Bush Hut" by Charles W. L. Bryde
For several miles the dry grass, scrub, and groves of trees had been blackened by the fire.
"Ruth Fielding at Silver Ranch" by Alice B. Emerson
Our shells had effectually cleared the grass and scrub.
"South Africa and the Transvaal War, Vol. 3 (of 6)" by Louis Creswicke
On either side of it was thick scrub jungle and elephant grass eight feet high.
"Life in an Indian Outpost" by Gordon Casserly
After an hour's search, the grass was exchanged for a long arid stretch of sand, diversified by scrub and stone.
"Perils in the Transvaal and Zululand" by H.C. Adams
But the grass plains and the scrub plains are immense.
"Australian Pictures" by Howard Willoughby

In poetry:

The scrub is lighter and less tall, the greying
Grass near the bushes droops, seems trampled down;
Beneath the autumn rain the leaves, decaying,
In mouldy heaps lie of a darkish brown.
""No birds in sight, The forest withers slowly"" by Ivan Bunin
Too green the springing April grass,
Too blue the silver-speckled sky,
For me to linger here, alas,
While happy winds go laughing by,
Wasting the golden hours indoors,
Washing windows and scrubbing floors.
"Spring in New Hampshire" by Claude McKay

In news:

They are scrubbed clean and steamed in a broth that tastes of green pastures slapped by cold waters, of Mont Saint-Michel's salted grass and butter.