For many hours then the peasant toiled through brush and bramble, and when night came, from weariness he stumbled and fell headlong into one of the mighty footprints of Brown Bear.
"The Green Forest Fairy Book"
Loretta Ellen Brady
The shrubbery had become transformed into a thicket; the pastures, overgrown with gorse, genista, and bramble, more resembled a waste than a park enclosure; while the horned cattle wandering over them, appeared as wild as the deer browsing by their side; and, when startled by the step of the intruder, were equally alert in seeking the concealment of the surrounding forest.
"The White Gauntlet"
Mayne Reid
The flower of the bramble is very beautiful-a delicate pink bloom, succeeded by green berries, to ripen red, and later black, under the sun.
"Wild Life in a Southern County"
Richard Jefferies