A man brought a torch and lit the brushwood on the altar.

Sangree, too, had picked deep mattresses of balsam boughs for the women's beds, and had cleared little paths of brushwood from their tents to the central fireplace.

Above all, think of "him" in an old banged-in hat, and "her" in a patched old gown, gathering brushwood in their woods, making it up into heaps, and warming themselves by the fires it is agoing for to make.

He peered about curiously, as if his eye might fall on some of those fragments of dress which women leave after them, whenever they run against each other or against anything else,in crowded ballrooms, in the brushwood after picnics, on the fences after rambles, scattered round over every place that has witnessed an act of violence, where rude hands have been laid upon them.

" "But at least I might clear that patch of brushwood round the birch sapling which lies between the east face and the edge of the forest.

Marianne, who since coming to the district had already threaded the woodland paths, explored the stretches of brushwood around the meres, and descended the pebbly slopes, let her eyes travel slowly over the expanse, divining spots she had visited and was fond of, though the darkness now prevented her from seeing them.

Sometimes it was the furry face of a raccoon peeping out from some tree-cleft, or an otter swimming under the overhanging brushwood with the gleam of a white fish in its mouth.

There were swarms of men in dark armor about it, running here and there, clapping straw and brushwood to hay-ricks and byre doors.

We'll be wanting some brushwood for the fire; there's a heap in the hollow.

At last Rauparaha, reaching the stockade by skilful sapping, piled up brushwood against it, albeit many of his men were shot in the process.

The heavy body pushed through the brushwood as a boat does through the water.

I am like a hunter beating the brushwood before getting into the hiding place.

Up this a certain distance we clamberedscaring a few large green lizards that were sunning themselves on the stones,by a sheep track we managed to discover, till we could look down on a mass of tangled brushwood by the riverside.

In the Harz Mountains the fire is commonly made by piling brushwood about a tree and setting it on fire.

Sometimes, however, the great trunks closed in upon them, and they had to grope their way in a dim twilight, or push a path through the tangled brushwood of green sassafras or scarlet sumach.