... Above our heads the sullen clouds Scud black and swift across the sky; Like silent ghosts in misty shrouds Stand out the white light-houses high...
Neltje Blanchan 「Birds Every Child Should Know」
...—Early in the morning a moist breeze blew from thenorth, with low scud not very high above the trees...
Thomas Mitchell 「Journal of an Expedition into the Interior of Tropical Australia」
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