The saturated road no longer absorbed the water, which ran along the ruts in streams.
We breakfasted and were on the road by the agreed time.
I have my horizon bounded by woods all to myself; a distant view of the railroad where it touches the pond on the one hand, and of the fence which skirts the woodland road on the other.
His face was a road map of emotion, traveling from puzzled, to comprehensive and then on to frustration.
He had not gone farther than to the end of the innkeeper's field, when to his surprise he found that the road forked.
They were several miles down the road before either of them spoke.
Jane, our GPS, as Betsy named her, didn't let us down and we found our friend's cabin at the end of a dusty road, hungry for dinner after a six hour drive.
Towards evening he told his men to ride home by the main road while he went by another way that was somewhat longer.
The southern spring, the comfortable rapid traveling in a Vienna carriage, and the solitude of the road, all had a gladdening effect on Pierre.
She stood in the road after he left, watching until he turned a corner and drove out of sight.
I was so busy following the road map I made so many years ago that I didn't notice it was outdated.
The mother dragon probably knows the road to the earth's surface, and if she went the other way then we have come the wrong way, said the Wizard, thoughtfully.
Often in a snow-storm, even by day, one will come out upon a well-known road and yet find it impossible to tell which way leads to the village.
Kutuzov himself with all his transport took the road to Znaim.
Meeting Bagration's weak detachment on the Znaim road he supposed it to be Kutuzov's whole army.
Several wounded men passed along the road, and words of abuse, screams, and groans mingled in a general hubbub, then the firing died down.
Meeting a comrade at the last post station but one before Moscow, Denisov had drunk three bottles of wine with him and, despite the jolting ruts across the snow-covered road, did not once wake up on the way to Moscow, but lay at the bottom of the sleigh beside Rostov, who grew more and more impatient the nearer they got to Moscow.
He swung the car off the road and under an arch that read "Ambrosia Acres."
Betsy would be home from her road trip and together we'd take on Quinn.
Some of these bundles contained the things they would need on the road; some contained clothing; and some contained goods which the master would sell in the city.
Soon they came into the main road where a number of the king's men were waiting.
Marching thirty miles that stormy night across roadless hills, with his hungry, ill-shod soldiers, and losing a third of his men as stragglers by the way, Bagration came out on the Vienna-Znaim road at Hollabrunn a few hours ahead of the French who were approaching Hollabrunn from Vienna.
Crossing a road they descended a steep incline and saw several men lying on the ground; they also met a crowd of soldiers some of whom were unwounded.
When I saw, your excellency, that their first battalion was disorganized, I stopped in the road and thought: 'I'll let them come on and will meet them with the fire of the whole battalion'--and that's what I did.
He was met in the avenue by coachmen and footmen, who, with loud shouts, dragged his sleighs up to one of the lodges over the road purposely laden with snow.
All began to run and bustle, and Rostov saw coming up the road behind him several riders with white plumes in their hats.
Having come out onto the road he reined in his horse, hesitating whether to ride along it or cross it and ride over the black field up the hillside.
Along the road from Pratzen galloped what looked like a squadron of horsemen in various uniforms.
"Take this road, your honor, that way you will be killed at once!" a soldier shouted to him.
Somewhere a storm was gathering, but only a small cloud had scattered some raindrops lightly, sprinkling the road and the sappy leaves.
As soon as they had passed the fence they all spread out evenly and quietly, without noise or talk, along the road and field leading to the Otradnoe covert.
Bald Hills, Prince Nicholas Bolkonski's estate, lay forty miles east from Smolensk and two miles from the main road to Moscow.
But on the road, the highroad along which the troops marched, there was no such freshness even at night or when the road passed through the forest; the dew was imperceptible on the sandy dust churned up more than six inches deep.
But not far from Bald Hills he again came out on the road and overtook his regiment at its halting place by the dam of a small pond.
Many of them were punished, some sent to Siberia, many died of cold and hunger on the road, many returned of their own accord, and the movement died down of itself just as it had sprung up, without apparent reason.
At that moment, on the road leading from the big house, two women and a man in a white hat were seen coming toward the officers.
At the moment when Rostov and Ilyin were galloping along the road, Princess Mary, despite the dissuasions of Alpatych, her nurse, and the maids, had given orders to harness and intended to start, but when the cavalrymen were espied they were taken for Frenchmen, the coachman ran away, and the women in the house began to wail.
When her carriage drove out of the house, he mounted and accompanied her eight miles from Bogucharovo to where the road was occupied by our troops.
To anyone who looks at the field of Borodino without thinking of how the battle was actually fought, this position, protected by the river Kolocha, presents itself as obvious for an army whose object was to prevent an enemy from advancing along the Smolensk road to Moscow.
At the descent of the high steep hill, down which a winding road led out of the town past the cathedral on the right, where a service was being held and the bells were ringing, Pierre got out of his vehicle and proceeded on foot.
Pierre stopped, being pressed against the side of the cutting in which the road ran.
One of the carts with wounded stopped by the side of the road close to Pierre.