These white, foamy, frightened little rivers ran and tumbled together, as if glad to get down the rugged, rocky mountain, and from under the deep and everlasting shadows of fir, and pine, and tamarack, and spruce, and madrona, and the dark sweeping yew, with its beads of scarlet berries.
"First Fam'lies of the Sierras"
Joaquin Miller
"Up the madrona Canyada," was the greaser's instant reply.
"The Girl of the Golden West"
David Belasco
You follow behind me, and if the welcoming committee moves this way you get up in that big madrona over there.
"Fly By Night"
Arthur Dekker Savage