Word: underbrush
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...sportsman with a gun is sitting peacefully on a mossy log, lighting his pipe. Suddenly he sees something moving in the underbrush. He thinks it is a deer. He reaches for his gun. burns his fingers with his match, sprains his ankle falling off the log, accidentally fires a shot which removes one of his toes...
Oahu Taken. At dawn the Hawaiian attack began. Into the mist, the Saratoga and Lexington launched a swarm of planes. On Oahu the Army, whose great searchlights had fingered the sky all night, was ready. Nine thousand men from Schofield Barracks were deployed in the underbrush. Anti-aircraft guns nosed up into the morning sunlight. From Luke and Wheeler Fields, Army planes took the air to repulse the "Black" attack. The bristling guns of the Coast Artillery held the "enemy" fleet out of range at 7½ miles. Though not a shot was fired nor a bomb dropped to disturb...
...history. It is a war picture compiled from newsreels and from films which the producer secured from the files of the U. S., British, French, Italian, German and Austrian Governments. Some of these are routine shots of German troops marching through Belgian villages, of ten-inch guns firing through underbrush, of U. S. troopships leaving their docks, of George V reviewing his soldiers...
...native beaters and his 14-year-old son Charles. For three nights the party huddled miserably inside a barbed-wire stockade while icy rain beat down. Hunter Wright waited for skies to clear, said he: "They might catch cold and die." Then the lions were released to roam the underbrush, regain their native ferocity. Instead they sat howling mournfully in the mud outside the camp. Next day an hour's pelting with sticks & stones roused them to indignant roars, threatening lunges. Thereupon Hunter Wright, Son Charles and others gleefully shot the lions dead...
...Correspondent Chesley sent the following account of his expedition: "After about 15 minutes we found their tracks. We followed them for 30 minutes or so through heavy woods and underbrush and then lost them. We looked around a while but couldn't pick up the trail. I told Wise I would go over to the shore to see if the boat was nearby. As I reached a wooded patch near the shore I suddenly found that I was between two lions. I yelled for Wise. He came and shot them. The second one was crouching . . . when Wise shot...