Duff stood in the shade of the wild fig plucking at it.

It stood broadside to him but the head was hidden by the leaves and branches of the wild fig.

See how the wild figs have ripened there, and how the leaves cover it.

It had kept its leaves, the wild fig, though they were worn thin.

From the wild fig a black-eyed bul-bul watched them curiously.

On the way back they paused at the wild fig, where the bul-bul had been joined by a number of others.

They ate their fill, and then lay down in the shade of the wild figs.

The last of the wild figs had fallen, and the bushbabies were hungry too.

Would this old man have camped beneath the wild figs?

He pointed to the outspreading branches of a huge wild fig.