A cascade of Oddities, chips of broken comb, scale, fluff, and grubs
slid out, crackled, sizzled, popped a little, and then the flames roared up and consumed all that fuel.
And he conned the grub
of the cache and the grub
of the Hudson Bay Company post over and over again.
If there's going to be a famine, and it looks like it, we need every ounce of grub for ourselves.
The last grub steamboats up from Bering Sea were stalled by low water at the beginning of the Yukon Flats hundreds of miles north of Dawson.
Sir Robert Walpole, ruling the country with unscrupulous absolutism, had now put an end to the employment of literary men in public life, and though Johnson's poem 'London,' a satire on the city written in imitation of the Roman poet Juvenal and published in 1738, attracted much attention, he could do no better for a time than to become one of that undistinguished herd of hand-to-mouth and nearly starving Grub
Street writers whom Pope was so contemptuously abusing and who chiefly depended on the despotic patronage of magazine publishers.
And further, the police had arranged in two or three places deposits of grub
for dog and man, and he was travelling light.
But like the snout of the boar shall my word grub
up the basis of your souls; a ploughshare will I be called by you.
He caught the fancy of the king, knelt down a grub
, and rose a butterfly.
But notwithstanding these precedents to the contrary, Gabriel Grub was an ill-conditioned, cross-grained, surly fellow--a morose and lonely man, who consorted with nobody but himself, and an old wicker bottle which fitted into his large deep waistcoat pocket--and who eyed each merry face, as it passed him by, with such a deep scowl of malice and ill-humour, as it was difficult to meet without feeling something the worse for.
And as the boy hurried away with his hand to his head, singing quite a different sort of tune, Gabriel Grub chuckled very heartily to himself, and entered the churchyard, locking the gate behind him.
Some of them were dozing against the boles of trees, while others roamed about turning over bits of bark from beneath which they transferred the luscious grubs
and beetles to their mouths.
It always kind of gives me a thrill to see them ugly white grubs
that spade up in the cucumber beds.