During the night Camp Walbach was passed on the left; Lodge Pole Creek ran parallel with the road, marking
the boundary between the territories of Wyoming and Colorado.
The dim suggestion of the laboratory seemed presently to fall away from me, and I saw the sun hopping swiftly across the sky, leaping it every minute, and every minute marking
A Noun is a composite significant sound, not marking
time, of which no part is in itself significant: for in double or compound words we do not employ the separate parts as if each were in itself significant.
Be all this as it may: the course of our party of bee hunters is to make a wide circuit through the woody river bottoms, and the patches of forest on the prairies, marking
, as they go out, every tree in which they have detected a hive.
Coming in from the eastward, the bright colouring of the lightship marking
the part of the river committed to the charge of an Admiral(the Commander-in-Chief at the Nore) accentuates the dreariness and the great breadth of the Thames Estuary.
All hands now set to work cutting down trees, clearing away thickets, and marking
out the place for the residence, storehouse, and powder magazine, which were to be built of logs and covered with bark.
She consulted, and in a degree was influenced by her in marking
out the scheme of retrenchment which was at last submitted to Sir Walter.
Not so very far to the left of her she could discern a dark patch in the scenery, which inquiry confirmed her in supposing to be trees marking
the environs of Kingsbere--in the church of which parish the bones of her ancestors--her useless ancestors--lay entombed.
And back of the town, far around and abroad over the miles of level campagna, were scattered rows, and circles, and clusters of lights, all glowing like so many gems, and marking
where a score of villages were sleeping.
Fifty miles away to the westward, Mount Rubeho raised its sparkling crest, marking
the limit of the Ugogo country in east longitude thirty-six degrees twenty minutes.
Without being asked he began to recite it, very slowly, marking
the rhythm with an extended forefinger.
No life would have been possible to Dorothea which was not filled with emotion, and she had now a life filled also with a beneficent activity which she had not the doubtful pains of discovering and marking
out for herself.