On the other it ran sheer along the edge of Wilbur's Fork, a rock-bottomed, rushing stream that tumbled and Brawled its way down the long slope of the country.
"The Shepherd of the North"
Richard Aumerle Maher
There the birds made sweet melody as of yore; and, as of yore, the sunny river Brawled and whispered and played as it hurried through the meadow to the sea.
"Thankful Rest"
Annie S. Swan
A stony mountain road followed the bed of the torrent that Brawled through the valley at its base, and at a certain point a still rougher lane climbed from the road along the side of the opposite height to a lonely farm-house pushed back on a narrow shelf of land, with a meagre acreage of field and pasture broken out of the woods that clothed all the neighboring steeps.
"The Landlord at Lion's Head, Complete"
William Dean Howells Last Updated: February 27, 2009