There was a bare little plot of grass in the middle, protected by a cheap wire fence.
"The Woman in White" by Wilkie Collins
He didn't need it, now; he would lie on wire springs, instead of on the crisp, prairie grass.
"Chip, of the Flying U" by B. M. Bower
At long intervals could be found a marsh of wire-grass, or a few acres of withered bunch-grass.
"The Lions of the Lord" by Harry Leon Wilson
About the mouth of the well was a wire grass that seemed to prevent it caving in.
"Death Valley in '49" by William Lewis Manly
The men slipped like eels through and under the wires, and lay in the long grass behind.
"Crittenden" by John Fox, Jr.
So we turned aside and walked miles by a barbed wire fence, among fired rocks and cinders, where never a blade of grass grew.
"A Tramp's Notebook" by Morley Roberts
The little cocks were incessant singers, their favorite perches being the wire fences, or weeds and grass tufts in the pastures.
"Birds of the Rockies" by Leander Sylvester Keyser
I raised my head cautiously to the level of the wire-grass.
"A Village of Vagabonds" by F. Berkeley Smith
It was a strange sight to see green grass on one side of the wires and outside perfectly bare.
"Reminiscences of Queensland" by William Henry Corfield
At frequent intervals it was necessary to crawl out and visit the listening posts, who lay in the rank grass just beyond our own wire.
"From the St. Lawrence to the Yser with the 1st Canadian brigade" by Frederic C. Curry