wire-grass

The postman, however, was a wiry fellow, and as tough as any native, and he rode a pony even tougher than himself, whose cradle was a marsh, and whose mother a mountain, his first breath a fog, and his weaning meat wire-grass, and his form a combination of sole-leather and corundum.

Mary Anerley Richard Doddridge 2004

It looked like a small submarine inexplicably beached in the heart of wire-grass country.

Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine 2003

I wish the grass had proved equally good, but there is nothing for them but dead wire-grass (IRA).

Journals of Two Expeditions into the Interior of New South Wales 2003

It looked like a small submarine inexplicably beached in the heart of wire-grass country.

Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine 2003

As the ultimate success of the expedition so entirely depended upon the capability of the horses to perform the journey, it was judged advisable that they should have two or three days rest before we attempted to penetrate farther; and as we were now on a spot that at least afforded them a mouthful of fresh wire-grass, I determined, if water should be found, to remain here until Friday morning.

Journals of Two Expeditions into the Interior of New South Wales 2003

In a short time every combustible was removed, pine-straw, decayed branches, and tufts of wire-grass even, were pulled up and thrown beyond the path.

Bond and Free: A Tale of the South 1984

I raised my head cautiously to the level of the wire-grass.

A Village of Vagabonds

Yvonne would sigh as she seated herself again in the wire-grass, tucking her firm bronzed legs under a patched skirt that had once served as a winter petticoat for the Mère Bourron.

A Village of Vagabonds

They are no longer desert wastes of sand and wire-grass, but covered now with a riot of growing things, running in one rich congested sweep of orchards, pastures, feathery woodlands and matted hedges down to the very edge of the blue sea.

A Village of Vagabonds

At the edge of the clearing, two wiry little Florida ponies, tethered with rawhide ropes, browsed upon the short, dry wire-grass.

The Boy Chums in the Forest or Hunting for Plume Birds in the Florida Everglades J. Watson [Illustrator] Davis