A boat scudded down-river, its brown sails full of the wind.

They all had brown sails of different shades, and came smoothly in on the wind, the tide taking them to the little jetty not far off.

It has one brown sail and is called The Scamp.

Eight willing hands helped to'arrange the big brown sail over the circle of sticks stuck firmly into the ground.

The brown sail crept across the stranger's view of the Old Citadel to the northeast.

Slowly and almost hesitantly, the old brown sail filled.

He looked about at the sky, the sea, the brown swelling sail above him, his friend's face.

Though the world's wind blew strong as ever straight from the north now, the brown sail hung slack, unstirred.

AThames lighter, brown sail hanging limp, was on the far side of the basin.

Then all at once they saw a square brown sail, and foaming towards them on the tidal current came a boat.