"In the spring of 1850 a boy caught a moribund black-capped petrel that he saw “flapping for some time from one furze-bush to another” at South Acre, near Swaffham in Norfolk; “exhausted as it was, it had strength enough remaining to bite violently the hand of its captor, who thereupon killed it.”"
"Lady Scudamore smiled, for she was thinking of her son, who would have jumped over any furze-bush there — and the fir-trees too, according to her conviction; Dolly also showed her very beautiful teeth; but Faith looked at him gratefully."
"The ludicrous singularity of his features, and the half-mown crop of hair that bristled from one side of his countenance, invited some wags to make merry at his expense; one of them clapped a furze-bush under the tail of Gilbert, who, feeling himself thus stimulated a posteriori, kicked and plunged, and capered in such a manner, that Timothy could hardly keep the saddle."