At dawn the survivors had retreated, only the light Border horse of Home hung about the field.
His courtesy to all visitors, even to strangers and children who called to look at him, or who, not venturing to call, hung about his garden-gate in order to catch a glimpse of him, was almost a marvel.
I hung about the dangerous frontier of "guess," avoiding with infinite trouble to myself and others the broad valley of reason.
In the entry there was a smell of fresh apples, and wolf and fox skins hung about.
A few scanty gray hairs still hung about his yellow scalp.
