Big drops dripped from the bracken and from the trees that were wrapped in a light mist; there was a pungent smell of decay from the dampness of the wood.
Anton Chekhov. The Witch and other stories
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The men slept outside, disposed in various haystacks, wagon-beds and patches of bracken.
Diana Gabaldon. Outlander (1991)
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heavy with dripping moss and fleshy hart's-tongue ferns. Bronzing bracken and mottled bramble gleamed in the light of the sinking sun.
Arthur Conan Doyle. Sherlock Holmes: The Hound of the Baskervilles (1902)