Furze was set on fire by the ardent spirit, the bull of battle.
The sloe-thorn, and the furze, and the bramble choked up the rails.
There was one gap in the furze at the mouth of a tributary ghyll.
Now, they were all in the gap of the furze bushes, struggling in the shallow stream.
But I recoiled as I saw that I was standing on a barren common, covered with furze.
Then one man thrust a bundle of furze into the oven and set it alight.
Brought it,” said Mike: “tucked it under a furze bush out on the common.
Tom then knocked a blackbird off a furze bush, and loading the gun, handed it to me.
All of a sudden we heard a rustling in the furze, and then a loud squeal.
For upwards of an hour did we tread our way through the furze, but could find no road.
