In the northern direction very few of them could be seen and the region assumed the character of a mountainous steppe, covered with an even jungle over which rose only umbrella-like acacias.
"In Desert and Wilderness"
Henryk Sienkiewicz
I almost forgot that umbrella, and I might need it.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
By this time the agent has his umbrella up, which appears to be as dilapidated as the town, for it comes up with difficulty, so he says good night cheerily, and disappears; and the traveller, after shivering awhile on the platform, starts out to follow the direction given him, floundering in the mud at every step.
"The Mystery of the Locks"
Edgar Watson Howe