bunch-grass

Then they fell back to a walk, a quick, eager, shambling, sore-footed walk; and they no longer were lured aside by the dry bunch-grass.

Chapter 12 2010

They had been starving for a month, for the Indians had burned the grass before us wherever we went, and here in the pine-covered hills what grass could be found was scant and wiry, -- not the rich, juicy, strength-giving bunch-grass of the open country.

Lippincott's Magazine, November 1885 Various

Back from the river, to the west, stretched the level park, well covered with bunch-grass on which some cattle grazed, an occasional small prickly pear cactus, and the ever present, pungent sage.

Through the Grand Canyon from Wyoming to Mexico

We camp for the day on the north side close to a little, dry gully, on a level sage and bunch-grass covered bottom back from the river's edge.

Through the Grand Canyon from Wyoming to Mexico

To many such, a meadow carpeted with blue grass or timothy is the only pasture on which grazing horses or grazing cattle can exist; the dried-out looking tufts of bunch-grass, scattered here and there or sheltered at the roots of the sage, mean nothing; the grama-grass hidden in the grease-wood is unnoticed or mistaken for a weed.

Through the Grand Canyon from Wyoming to Mexico

A few days 'rest, and the rich bunch-grass to crop soon set the stock all right, and the white-topped wagons crawled ahead again.

Stories of California Ella M. Sexton

Beyond the summit of the butte was a greenish-brown plateau of sagebrush and bunch-grass.

Hidden Gold Wilder Anthony

These walls, with no growth but the tussocks of bunch-grass, the prickly pear cactus, the mescal, and the yucca, were more destitute of growth than any we had seen, excepting the upper end of Desolation Canyon, even the upper walls lacking the growth of piñon pine and juniper which we usually associated with them.

Through the Grand Canyon from Wyoming to Mexico

Driven frantic by the appetizing smell of the sweet bunch-grass, the like of which they had not seen in months, the sheep poured through the gap like a torrent of dirty, yellow water; urged on from the rear and sides by barking dogs and shouting herders.

Hidden Gold Wilder Anthony

We saw many cattle scattered over some of these rocky hills, grazing on the bunch-grass.

Through the Grand Canyon from Wyoming to Mexico