sweet grass

The last time I hugged her, she put sweet grass in my hand and told me to be good.

He was like a granite rock, which the sweet grass has overgrown, and from whose crevices peep lovely wild flowers.

Sheep prefer hills of moderate elevation, where they find a short sweet grass, of which they are very fond.

Pretty well, but nothing like the way Florences and Francess little sweet-grass baskets went.

She stepped ashore, and stood ankle-deep in the sweet grass, and looked about her for a while, and saw no shape of man astir.

He was tossing small handfuls of dried sweet-grass upon the embers, and droning some sort of medicine-song.