Scotch or jack

Usage examples of pine.

The mist became a light, steady rain, and as Ace rode along, a soft patter filled the stillness of aspen and pine.

Halting for refreshment and rest wherever suitable places could be found, and the Adelantado always with the vanguard, in four days they reached the vicinity of the fort, and came up within a quarter of a league of it, concealed by a grove of pine trees.

They were in a sparse stand of trees, pines and aspens, and as far as he could tell, he and Akee were alone.

He ran the two hundred metres to the pine wood and found the Alfa parked just inside.

To the right and left of the autobahn a drive cut into the pine forests, and two soldiers in winter clothing, each with a battery-powered illuminated baton, stood at the entrance to each, waiting to summon something hidden in the forests across the road.

Lollee, seeing Et Avian down and about to be mauled, fired the blaster at the attacking bear, cutting it in two, just as a second bear rammed him against the bore of a pine.

All three turned to look for their axes, but the ground was heaving and buckling even more violently and their axes had completely disappeared underneath the loose covering of leaves and pines needles that littered the surface.

Tremaine looked, but there was no sign of Balin near the streambed or in the twilight fringes of the pine forest.

It was an elusive vision--a moment of bewildering darkness, and then, in a flash like daylight, the red masses of the Orphanage near the crest of the hill, the green tops of the pine trees, and this problematical object came out clear and sharp and bright.

Already Spring kindles the birchen spray, And the hoar pines already feel her breath: Shall she not work also within our limbs?

Her herbroom was filled with the smells of cooking borage leaves for aches, teas of wild thyme to help clear lungs, pine oil to ease breathing.

The burn, small with the summer drought, made a far-away tinkling, the sweet scents of pine and fern were about him, the dense boskage where it met the sky had in the dark a sharp marmoreal outline.

He would not become a pitiful bufflehead who pined and whimpered over a female who had eluded his grasp.

He pushed his way through the ancient pines, trailing after Bunion in silence.

She started their herb tea steeping, adding some birch cambium for the wintergreen flavor, then took the pine cones out of the edge of the fire.