Four or five reporters bunched themselves about the elevator shaft waiting for a car.
"The Shepherd of the North"
Richard Aumerle Maher
At first they all bunched together at the farther side, looking straight at the bank where I lay.
"Ways of Wood Folk"
William J. Long
Stopping an instant, then going on a few steps, stopping again, and at last, trembling, he bunched himself into his smallest compass in the middle of the road, and there awaited his fate.
"Two Years in Oregon"
Wallis Nash