It was astonishing how tenacious the fire appeared, how it crept along, eating up the mowed wheat.
"The Desert of Wheat"
Zane Grey
Three years ago they were the German lads of the 1914 class who marched up to our lines, linked arm in arm to be mowed down by the most deadly rifle-fire in the world, because those men of our old Army were the finest marksmen.
"From Bapaume to Passchendaele, 1917"
Philip Gibbs
Colonel Doolittle rode down the street on old Elder Dusenberry's sorrel mare, an jest as the cannon was blazin forth the joyous news of the Captin's arrival on the ground, old sorrel's colt, that the elder thought he had locked up safe in the stable, come tarein through the street, an fairly mowed a swath rite through the women.
"Letters of Major Jack Downing, of the Downingville Militia"
Seba Smith