Soon they were treading their way along the bank of a fairly wide brook, pushing through the alders and young willows.
"The Crimson Sweater"
Ralph Henry Barbour
On the other side of the weir the river lies like a dark mirror and the alders lay their black shadows upon it and dip their image into its clouded depths.
"The Silent Mill"
Hermann Sudermann
Trude, her head covered by a dark shawl, has been standing for a long time beneath the alders, seeking shelter from the rain, and has hurried to meet him as she saw the outline of his figure appear on yonder side of the weir.
"The Silent Mill"
Hermann Sudermann