from The Century Dictionary.

  • noun A fence with the line of shrubs and other vegetation which frequently grows up under its protection.


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  • He got tied up about two hundred yards away and started trying to catch grasshoppers while I took aim at the fence-row pallet target.

    Dog-Gone Gunshyness

  • About two bushels of hulled black walnuts were collected from fence-row trees; some were planted out in the ground that autumn, and some were placed in soil in a box and kept over winter on the outdoor porch of the packing house.

    Northern Nut Growers Association Incorporated 39th Annual Report at Norris, Tenn. September 13-15 1948

  • Garden patches, about through their summer yield, were a tangle of bubble-tinted morning glories, the open woods misty with wild asters, bell flowers trembling from the crevices of rocks; and along fence-row and watercourse turkey-pea, brook sunflower, queen of the meadow, and joepye-weed made gay the land.

    Judith of the Cumberlands

  • The bunch beans he had been saving back and the cut-short beans had been plucked and the row of sweet corn which he had planted so carefully along the fence-row had been stripped to the last roasting ear.

    Blue Ridge Country

  • But when I do keep my own small pace, I have time and strength to pick a few fence-row flowers, too fine and frail and joyous for any striding man to notice.

    The Joys of Being a Woman and Other Papers

  • They passed behind some fence-row foliage, reappeared nearer, and suddenly bobbed smartly up to the roadside fence -- the dusty hats of two Federal horsemen.

    The Cavalier

  • I forgot all my tatters and stood on tiptoe in the stirrups to overpeer the fence-row.

    The Cavalier

  • I have seen my hills deepest blue at the skyline, and below all ablaze, beneath the racing white clouds of October, when more than at any other time the winding roads bewitch my feet, and every blackberry thicket and slope and fence-row is flaunting its banners in my eyes; yet I cannot stop to gaze, for the air is of so keen a blueness; I must walk, run, fly, because of the urgency of October in my toes.

    The Joys of Being a Woman and Other Papers

  • a thought of God; some dun-colored boats were drifting in an azure sea out in the west, and a whippoorwill's plaintive wail sounded through the dusk from adown the fence-row.

    The Love Story of Abner Stone

  • A man could hide himself in the thick fence-row shrubbery with several days’ rations, and it was like hunting a needle in a haystack to find him.

    The Story of World War II


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