Some of the scrub oak was already burning, and the hedge itself wasn't going to last long.

Over a low hill, then along a trail into the scrub oak.

We have got kind of a race going on between the scrub oak and the seedlings.

Behind this loading area was a thick patch of scrub oak.

The next scrub oak was back to the right, more than twenty yards away.

Flattening himself under another scrub oak, he caught his breath.

It was the pitch pines and the scrub oaks that couldn't run away.

They used the cover of the scrub oaks to slip close.

The country below began to get shaggy with scrub oak and timber.

And who was that lying in the shade of a scrub oak?