camel-thorn

He flew around to the north, south, east and west, but all he could see was sand, rock and camel-thorn.

Storyteller Donald Sturrock 2010

In some few parts of the country the remains of ancient forests of wild olive-trees (‘Olea similis’) and of the camel-thorn (‘Acacia giraffe’) are still to be met with; but when these are leveled in the proximity of a Bechuana village, no young trees spring up to take their places.

Missionary Travels and Researches in South Africa 2004

The tree near me was a camel-thorn, and reminded me that we had come back to the land of thorns again, for the country we had left is one of evergreens.

Missionary Travels and Researches in South Africa 2004

The other parts of the more elevated land have the camel-thorn

Missionary Travels and Researches in South Africa 2004

They stopped to graze where the desert was tinged with yellow by camel-thorn.

Addresses by Luella Creighton, Pierre Berton, and Dr. Wilder Penfield 1954

He never left her until she was able to move slowly back to the low woods, and then only to gather for her some tender shoots of camel-thorn and mimosa, and any young, tender leaves he could find.

Rataplan, a rogue elephant; and other stories Ellen Velvin

Whoever made that _shibrayah_ could have built the Ark. But we came down through one last terrific gorge on to a level plain, where the camel-thorn grew in clumps and the heat radiating from the hills was like the breath from an oven door behind us.

The Lion of Petra Talbot Mundy 1909

And, by the roadside, in a compound fenced with camel-thorn, sat an aged and indigent dak-bungalow, marking the end of the first stage, the beginning of the second.

The Bronze Bell Louis Joseph Vance 1906

I have a faint recollection of standing upright in my stirrups, and of brandishing my hog-spear at the great white Moon that looked down so calmly on my mad gallop; and of shout-log challenges to the camel-thorn bushes as they whizzed past.

The Phantom Rickshaw and Other Ghost Stories Rudyard Kipling 1900

I have a faint recollection of standing upright in my stirrups, and of brandishing my hog-spear at the great white Moon that looked down so calmly on my mad gallop; and of shouting challenges to the camel-thorn bushes as they whizzed past.

Indian Tales Rudyard Kipling 1900