Down the long path to the gate, where three roads met, great bunches of peonies lifted white blossoms-luminously white in the moonlight; and on either side rows of currant bushes cast low, dark shadows, and here and there dwarf crab-apple trees tossed pale, scented flowers above them.
"The Eye of Dread"
Payne Erskine
Seeing you tear that fern apart made me think of Caliban upon Setebos-the twenty-first crab you choose for destruction, while you're trying to invent what you believe.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford
The crab-apple, on which they principally feed, abounded in all the valleys and in the moist and rich uplands.
"Memoirs of Orange Jacobs"
Orange Jacobs