Read casually, gets worse in translation

Usage examples of browse.

The size of small dogs with long, trailing tails, these fast, solitary runners, browsing on leaves and fallen fruit, were ancestors of the mighty artiodactyl family, which would one day include pigs, sheep, cattle, reindeer, antelope, giraffes, and camels.

The burrowers were locked into intricate ecological cycles involving the abundance of the vegetation and insects they browsed, and the carnivores who preyed on them in turn.

There was True Timothy, the king of the palliards, a vast browsing figure, whose paunch stuck out beyond the others like a flying buttress.

Well, we think that a time may come when we who live on shrubs like goats may again browse on tree-tops like giraffes, for Panda is no strong king, and he has sons who hate each other, one of whom may need our spears.

She takes her seat at the helm of Rackham Perfumeries and waits for a few minutes, tidying stacks of paper, browsing through The Times.

What he needed was a ladder, but his only attempt to leave the pinetum to look for one had been foiled by the sight of a rhinoceros browsing in the rockery and of a lion sunning itself outside the kitchen door.

He went looking for one, prowling along the walls of the hangar, browsing through equipment and tools.

A quaintish village straggled away on the right, and on the left the dark, fat meadows were lighted up with misty sun spots and browsing sheep.

As I stood browsing at my bookshelf, Reamy wandered into the room to see what I was up to, so I compared my memory of the poem with his.

Steeds were browsing in the shade, with loosened bits, but saddled, ready at the first sound of the bugle to skirr through brake and thicket.

Wilson Tenney or some other cruel loner up here, browsing, maybe even buying.

There would be no hours in the library, browsing through books collected, not only by the House of Treves, but by the House of Kaullis before them.

He reined off the riverside trail into stirrup-high rabbitbrush that for them horses to browse as he uncinched his borrowed stock saddle and put it aboard the buckskin, telling the paint he was sorry those Mexican kids back at Rancho Alvera had apparently allowed it to cool off too fast.

Livestock wandered aimlessly, browsing on the standing grain, while unmilked cows bellowed in agony.

And though few if any of the horses were familiar with arborvitae, after a bit some began to browse it.