Under a sycamore by the churchyard wall at a little distance from the crowd a man stood and listened-a clergyman in a worn black gown, a man not old in years but with a face prematurely old, and shoulders that already stooped under the burden of life-John Whitelamb.
"Hetty Wesley"
Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch
The mules turned into a narrow road, and stopped before the stable, a shackly, semi-tropical structure, consisting of four sycamore posts and a brush-covered roof.
"Stories of the Foot-hills"
Margaret Collier Graham
"Right next to mine," said Pete, "on the border a half mile north of sycamore Crossing."
"We Were There at the Oklahoma Land Run"
James Arthur Kjelgaard