Tan is the bark of the oak, bruised and broken for tanning leather.

Like them, they never bark, but howl disagreeably.

I tell thee, Culloden's dread echoes shall ring, With the bloodhounds that bark for thy fugitive king.

They saw it once or twice afterwards in sudden and passing gleams, as if it were a torch in the bark of a fisherman, rising and sinking with the waves, or in the hand of some person on shore, borne up and down as he walked from house to house.

In a recent number there was a notice of the uses of the Esculus Hippocastaneus, or horse chestnuts; but a very important one was omitted, namely, its substitution occasionally for Peruvian bark in cases of intermittent fever.

In consequence of the long cessation of intermittent fever, bark had been little used or called for, and the stock had remained so long on hand, that it had become effete and worthless.

Quassia-wood, the acorus calamus, and other bitters and aromatics, were tried; but that which seemed to succeed best was the bark and kernel of the horse-chestnut.

The bark was taken in infusions and decoctions with quassia, and the effects were sometimes very decided and satisfactory, forming a providential substitute for the only kind of bark then to be procured in Ireland.

The bark was taken in infusions and decoctions with quassia, and the effects were sometimes very decided and satisfactory, forming a providential substitute for the only kind of bark then to be procured in Ireland.

The rapidity of its waves mastered and overturned the frail bark in which she sailed, and the unfortunate Isabel sunk to rise no more!

it is the best laid-in bark I've fingered this fall.

He looked up at the nest many times, tried to find some place to catch hold of the rough bark and sought closely for some rest higher up to put his foot on.

"] MY BIRTH PLACE Where "old Blue" mountain's healthful breeze Swept o'er the green hill-side, My little fragile bark was launched On life's uncertain tide.

She trusts her fragile bark with thee, O steer it well o'er life's rough sea.

I think of New England, my fair native land, The friends of my childhood, that dear faithful band, Who're waiting to greet me with hearts full of love, Not knowing my bark will cast anchor above.

Lady fair, wouldst thou dare A mechanic's wife to be, And with him toil, and share All the ills of life's rough sea? Wouldst thou trust thy frail bark In his hands, and if perchance Ills should come, thick and dark, Stand firmly, and thus enhance His happiness, and not, At disappointment's first dart, Complain of thy sad lot, And sink under a faint heart?

The younger dogs led by an old dog, sometimes by several older dogs, would trail the slave until they reached the tree, then they would bark until taken away by the men who had charge of the dogs.

We gathered herbs from which we made medicine, snake root and sassafras bark being a great remedy for many ailments.

And when the scenes of life are faded From our dim eyes like phantom-things, When gentlest hearts with gloom are shaded, And cease to thrill at Fancy's strings, Thou, like the rainbow's form, When summer skies are dark, Shalt give thy light amid the storm, And guide the Wanderer's bark!

The sap is changed into a viscid fluid, which circulates under the bark: this is called cambium.

The general aspect of the various species which compose this genus of labiate plants, although presenting very characteristic differences, merges gradually from one species to another; all are, in their native habitat, small ligneous undershrubs of from one to two feet in height, with a thin bark, which detaches itself in scales; the leaves are linear, persistent, and covered with numerous hairs, which give the plant a hoary appearance.

In a very moist soil the water penetrates too much into the tissues, detaches the bark, the plant blackens at the root, and a white fungus attaches to the main stem and lower branches; it becomes feeble, diseased, and dies.

Week after week glided by in the St. Clare mansion and the waves of life settled back to their usual flow where that little bark had gone down.

Formerly I fought with the storm and often came to grief, but I steered my own bark.

Somewhere the day is breaking, And gloom and darkness flee; Though storms our bark are tossing, There's somewhere a placid sea.