from The Century Dictionary.
- noun A stunted bush; also, a tract of stunted bushes, thorns, briers, etc.; a thicket; underwood.
- noun A small branch of a tree broken off; broken boughs and twigs; brushwood.
- noun In heraldry, a branch of a tree: a blazon sometimes used by Scottish heralds.
from the GNU version of the Collaborative International Dictionary of English.
- noun Prov. Eng. & Scot. A stunted shrub, bush, or branch.
from Wiktionary, Creative Commons Attribution/Share-Alike License.
- noun A stunted or shrivelled
- noun heraldry The
branchof a tree, especially one used as a blazonin Scotland
- noun Scotland The
- noun dialect A
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At any rate, for his argent and or, he got a handsome piece of parchment, blazoned with a white lion for Mowbray, to be borne quarterly, with three stunted or scrog-bushes for Scrogie, and became thenceforth Mr. Scrogie Mowbray, or rather, as he subscribed himself,
The conspiracies are that there is an organization that is encouraging trackers to fast track and to preback track and to scrog grannie.
Once you scrog someone you then turn into a giant grass hopper and you have to wear the name of the person that you scrogged on your back.
Once I found a scrog of juniper with firm roots, and this gave me a great lift.
Half way down there is a scrog of wood, dwarf alders and hawthorn, which makes an arch over the path.
John was one day lying under a bush in the scrog, when he was aware of a collie on the far hillside skulking down through the deepest of the heather with obtrusive stealth.
At the foot of the moss behind Kirk Yetton (Caer Ketton, wise men say) there is a scrog of low wood and a pool with a dam for washing sheep.
Long corny walk in Oak Openings Park on one of those rare October days when the sun shines and the leaves look decent in Ohio, holding hands, itching to get some privacy and scrog till they're sore but delaying it because both of them thought this was a happy moment, and surprise, it was
So we had the great days at the burning of heather, and when I would be running with a kindling here and there, and watching the lowes lick into the dry scrog with a hiss before the breeze, I would be thinking much of Dan and Ronny McKinnon and me in the blazing whins, and the gangers and excisemen and riff-raff of that kidney hallooing round us.
Sometimes a little horse would come out of the darkness with a pack-load on his back, and men would be lifting the load and laying it on the beach, and there would be quiet whispering, and the little horse be led away and swallowed up in the dark among the scrog and bushes.