cane-brake

As they pushed their mounts through a cane-brake of licorice trees to catch up with the hunt, Usamah's fawn saluki bitch nosed into a thicker part of the undergrowth and began to growl.

The Falcons of Montabard Chadwick, Elizabeth 2004

The next day they had gone through forest and jungle and cane-brake and marsh.

Dwellers in the Mirage 2004

Some Mexicans and certain outlawed whites who kept close to the border for different reasons, and the possibilities of bogging in a cane-brake were the only uncertainties.

Through the Grand Canyon from Wyoming to Mexico

Of this explosion of ill-temper Roland took no notice, until he had, with the assistance of Emperor, the negro, effected a safe passage for Edith over the puddle; in the course of which he had leisure to observe that the path now struck into a wide buffalo-street, that swept away through a wilderness of wood and cane-brake, in nearly a straight line, for a considerable distance.

Nick of the Woods Robert M. Bird

The cane-brake and the cotton-grove would not protect him.

Hatchie, the Guardian Slave; or, The Heiress of Bellevue Warren T. Ashton

I had heard there were wild hogs which burrowed through the cane-brake.

Through the Grand Canyon from Wyoming to Mexico

They had ridden perhaps a mile in this manner, when a sudden opening in the cane-brake on the right hand, at a place where stood a beech-tree, riven by a thunderbolt in former years, but still spreading its shattered ruins in the air, convinced Roland that he had at last reached the road to the Lower Ford, which Bruce had so strictly cautioned him to avoid.

Nick of the Woods Robert M. Bird

Two or three parties had come back with stories of having attempted it, but found themselves in the middle of a cane-brake with insufficient water to float a boat.

Through the Grand Canyon from Wyoming to Mexico

Indian, and his five murderous accomplices; and as for the savages seen in ambush at the Ford, the shaking of the cane-brake by the breeze, or by some skulking bear, would as readily account for them.

Nick of the Woods Robert M. Bird

There we spent the night, hidden like hunted savages in the cane-brake, while an Indian brass band played some very good music for an officers 'ball, less than half a mile away.

Through the Grand Canyon from Wyoming to Mexico