Didn't the police set up road blocks?
The saturated road no longer absorbed the water, which ran along the ruts in streams.
At the edge of the road stood an oak.
A short walk up the road uncovered another mailbox.
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.
"But where is it?" he again wondered, gazing at the left side of the road, and without recognizing it he looked with admiration at the very oak he sought.
They started down the road toward a ranch house.
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.
His face was a road map of emotion, traveling from puzzled, to comprehensive and then on to frustration.
The southern spring, the comfortable rapid traveling in a Vienna carriage, and the solitude of the road, all had a gladdening effect on Pierre.
Maybe Sarah or Giddon would take her to the little country store where the dirt road joined the highway.
He had not gone farther than to the end of the innkeeper's field, when to his surprise he found that the road forked.
Kutuzov himself with all his transport took the road to Znaim.
If he was on the road, he didn't need to be distracted.
They were several miles down the road before either of them spoke.
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.
I was so busy following the road map I made so many years ago that I didn't notice it was outdated.
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.
Soon they came into the main road where a number of the king's men were waiting.
I one evening overtook one of my townsmen, who has accumulated what is called "a handsome property"--though I never got a fair view of it--on the Walden road, driving a pair of cattle to market, who inquired of me how I could bring my mind to give up so many of the comforts of life.
He swung the car off the road and under an arch that read "Ambrosia Acres."
Bordeaux pulled the team off the road, following a trail off through the pasture.
A motor home passed by, with California plates, only the open road of the entire country ahead of them.
It wasn't the open road wanderers I envied but the home town golfers; they seemed so content in their pastoral surroundings.
I drove south toward town on the West Surry Road but instead of following Court Street, turned back north west on the Old Walpole to Howie's home.
While this Greenbriar Road property is not quite so inviting, a spring lock on a back door was no serious test.
But the weather and the scenery were so beautiful, and it was such fun to go scooting over the smoother part of the road, I didn't mind the mishaps in the least.
East of my bean-field, across the road, lived Cato Ingraham, slave of Duncan Ingraham, Esquire, gentleman, of Concord village, who built his slave a house, and gave him permission to live in Walden Woods;--Cato, not Uticensis, but Concordiensis.
Farther down the hill, on the left, on the old road in the woods, are marks of some homestead of the Stratton family; whose orchard once covered all the slope of Brister's Hill, but was long since killed out by pitch pines, excepting a few stumps, whose old roots furnish still the wild stocks of many a thrifty village tree.
He died in the road at the foot of Brister's Hill shortly after I came to the woods, so that I have not remembered him as a neighbor.
For I came to town still, like a friendly Indian, when the contents of the broad open fields were all piled up between the walls of the Walden road, and half an hour sufficed to obliterate the tracks of the last traveller.
I took this course when I went to lecture in Lincoln in the evening, travelling in no road and passing no house between my own hut and the lecture room.
At each ascent or descent of the road the crowds were yet denser and the din of shouting more incessant.
If Kutuzov decided to retreat along the road from Krems to Olmutz, to unite with the troops arriving from Russia, he risked being forestalled on that road by the French who had crossed the Vienna bridge, and encumbered by his baggage and transport, having to accept battle on the march against an enemy three times as strong, who would hem him in from two sides.
Farther in the woods than any of these, where the road approaches nearest to the pond, Wyman the potter squatted, and furnished his townsmen with earthenware, and left descendants to succeed him.
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.
Meeting Bagration's weak detachment on the Znaim road he supposed it to be Kutuzov's whole army.
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.
"Who the devil has put the logs on the road?" snarled he.
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.
They had not met for nearly half a year and, being at the age when young men take their first steps on life's road, each saw immense changes in the other, quite a new reflection of the society in which they had taken those first steps.
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.
Several wounded men passed along the road, and words of abuse, screams, and groans mingled in a general hubbub, then the firing died down.
"Take this road, your honor, that way you will be killed at once!" a soldier shouted to him.
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.
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.
While they drove past the garden the shadows of the bare trees often fell across the road and hid the brilliant moonlight, but as soon as they were past the fence, the snowy plain bathed in moonlight and motionless spread out before them glittering like diamonds and dappled with bluish shadows.
He went in a traveling coach with six horses, surrounded by pages, aides-de-camp, and an escort, along the road to Posen, Thorn, Danzig, and Konigsberg.
Balashev did not do so at once, but continued to advance along the road at a walking pace.
A herd of cattle was being driven along the road from the village, and over the fields the larks rose trilling, one after another, like bubbles rising in water.
So little was his rejoinder appreciated that Napoleon did not notice it at all and naively asked Balashev through what towns the direct road from there to Moscow passed.
Balashev, who was on the alert all through the dinner, replied that just as "all roads lead to Rome," so all roads lead to Moscow: there were many roads, and "among them the road through Poltava, which Charles XII chose."
Rostov riding in front gave the order "Forward!" and the hussars, with clanking sabers and subdued talk, their horses' hoofs splashing in the mud, defiled in fours and moved along the broad road planted with birch trees on each side, following the infantry and a battery that had gone on in front.
Rostov, always closely followed by Ilyin, rode along the side of the road between two rows of birch trees.
If he was on the road, he didn't need to be distracted.
She applied the brakes and the dust cloud caught up, cloaking the road so thickly that visibility was down to the front of the car.
The car made one more circle in the road and then lunged at the cliff.
The chances were slim that anyone would have come along the road to help her.
His attention left the road long enough to search her face.
Glancing at the road behind them he pulled back onto the highway.
She pulled over beside the road and dialed his number.
She pulled the car back on the road and continued toward the Giddon place.
When I saw you standing there in the road, so beautiful, your hair flowing around you like morning mist, I couldn't let you walk away.
They wasted no time getting on the road and Brandon was driving fast.
She stood in the road after he left, watching until he turned a corner and drove out of sight.
What did you do with that old road map to your future?
Without another word he road away from the wagons.
I sorely wish I could keep them longer but on the road, it's difficult.
There were corn fields on both sides of a dirt road and I was at a crossing.
I'm on the road with West Virginia behind me, taking a brief rest from my hobby.
Betsy would be home from her road trip and together we'd take on Quinn.
I'm on the road once more with only my memory of sweet little Marcia for company.
It's difficult out on the road to hide them more than a day or two.
Instead, I pulled to the side of the country road like any good citizen.
The LeBlanc's located on Greenbriar Road in one of Keene's well established neighborhoods.
When he saw pretty Jennie Lohr on the road, he couldn't resist.
Then I'll hit the road once more.
There's less time between his killings and he seems to have used his new found knowledge down the road in Arkansas.
I placed flowers on her road side resting place.
Howie, if Quinn could get you back to the road, is there any way you could stay with this guy to his car, or whatever he's driving?
It was midafternoon before we got Howie on the road, first to Boston and then a flight west.
Then he got into the buggy again and took the reins, and the horse at once backed away from the tree, turned slowly around, and began to trot down the sandy road which was just visible in the dim light.
They stopped by the side of the road and made their manners.
All along the road the farmers were waiting for them.
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.
They were lined up as far as the eye could see on the Apian Way, the main road through Rome, as a warning to other slaves who might consider rebellion.
She swerves off the road and narrowly averts collisions.
It was the only open and cultivated field for a great distance on either side of the road, so they made the most of it; and sometimes the man in the field heard more of travellers' gossip and comment than was meant for his ear: "Beans so late! peas so late!"--for I continued to plant when others had begun to hoe--the ministerial husbandman had not suspected it.
Nor was it much better by the carriage road from Brister's Hill.
It is surprising that they are caught here--that in this deep and capacious spring, far beneath the rattling teams and chaises and tinkling sleighs that travel the Walden road, this great gold and emerald fish swims.
Along the broad country road, edged on both sides by trees, came a high, light blue Viennese caleche, slightly creaking on its springs and drawn by six horses at a smart trot.
The night was dark but starry, the road showed black in the snow that had fallen the previous day--the day of the battle.
The snow was thawing in the sunshine, the horses galloped quickly, and on both sides of the road were forests of different kinds, fields, and villages.
Why, the French have crossed the bridge that Auersperg was defending, and the bridge was not blown up: so Murat is now rushing along the road to Brunn and will be here in a day or two.
Near Hetzelsdorf Prince Andrew struck the high road along which the Russian army was moving with great haste and in the greatest disorder.
The road was so obstructed with carts that it was impossible to get by in a carriage.
Bald Hills, Prince Nicholas Bolkonski's estate, lay forty miles east from Smolensk and two miles from the main road to Moscow.
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.
He kept looking to either side of the road for familiar faces, but only saw everywhere the unfamiliar faces of various military men of different branches of the service, who all looked with astonishment at his white hat and green tail coat.
In front of a landowner's house to the left of the road stood carriages, wagons, and crowds of orderlies and sentinels.
Below the village the road crossed the river by a bridge and, winding down and up, rose higher and higher to the village of Valuevo visible about four miles away, where Napoleon was then stationed.
Beyond Valuevo the road disappeared into a yellowing forest on the horizon.
Far in the distance in that birch and fir forest to the right of the road, the cross and belfry of the Kolocha Monastery gleamed in the sun.
Here and there over the whole of that blue expanse, to right and left of the forest and the road, smoking campfires could be seen and indefinite masses of troops--ours and the enemy's.
First along the dusty road came the infantry in ranks, bareheaded and with arms reversed.
Following the battalion that marched along the dusty road came priests in their vestments--one little old man in a hood with attendants and singers.
From the fleches they rode still farther to the left, along a road winding through a thick, low-growing birch wood.
In the middle of the wood a brown hare with white feet sprang out and, scared by the tramp of the many horses, grew so confused that it leaped along the road in front of them for some time, arousing general attention and laughter, and only when several voices shouted at it did it dart to one side and disappear in the thicket.
After they had gone Pierre approached Prince Andrew and was about to start a conversation when they heard the clatter of three horses' hoofs on the road not far from the shed, and looking in that direction Prince Andrew recognized Wolzogen and Clausewitz accompanied by a Cossack.
The whole army--French, Italian, German, Polish, and Dutch--hungry, ragged, and weary of the campaign, felt at the sight of an army blocking their road to Moscow that the wine was drawn and must be drunk.
The sun, just bursting forth from behind a cloud that had concealed it, was shining, with rays still half broken by the clouds, over the roofs of the street opposite, on the dew- besprinkled dust of the road, on the walls of the houses, on the windows, the fence, and on Pierre's horses standing before the hut.
Why did he not retire at once by the Kaluga road, abandoning Moscow? and so on.
Learned military authorities quite seriously tell us that Kutuzov should have moved his army to the Kaluga road long before reaching Fili, and that somebody actually submitted such a proposal to him.
For instance, on the twenty-eighth it is suggested to him to cross to the Kaluga road, but just then an adjutant gallops up from Miloradovich asking whether he is to engage the French or retire.
Having gone a couple of miles along the Mozhaysk road, Pierre sat down by the roadside.
Kutuzov's order to retreat through Moscow to the Ryazan road was issued at night on the first of September.
This letter requested the count to send police officers to guide the troops through the town, as the army was retreating to the Ryazan road beyond Moscow.
The army turned more to the south, along the Ryazan road and nearer to its supplies.
Having crossed over, by a forced march, to the Tula road beyond the Pakhra, the Russian commanders intended to remain at Podolsk and had no thought of the Tarutino position; but innumerable circumstances and the reappearance of French troops who had for a time lost touch with the Russians, and projects of giving battle, and above all the abundance of provisions in Kaluga province, obliged our army to turn still more to the south and to cross from the Tula to the Kaluga road and go to Tarutino, which was between the roads along which those supplies lay.
At Tarutino Kutuzov received what was almost a reprimand from the Emperor for having moved his army along the Ryazan road, and the Emperor's letter indicated to him the very position he had already occupied near Kaluga.
A third has advanced along the Vladimir road, and a fourth, rather considerable detachment is stationed between Ruza and Mozhaysk.
On approaching Tarutino Kutuzov noticed cavalrymen leading their horses to water across the road along which he was driving.
Of all that Napoleon might have done: wintering in Moscow, advancing on Petersburg or on Nizhni-Novgorod, or retiring by a more northerly or more southerly route (say by the road Kutuzov afterwards took), nothing more stupid or disastrous can be imagined than what he actually did.
He remained in Moscow till October, letting the troops plunder the city; then, hesitating whether to leave a garrison behind him, he quitted Moscow, approached Kutuzov without joining battle, turned to the right and reached Malo-Yaroslavets, again without attempting to break through and take the road Kutuzov took, but retiring instead to Mozhaysk along the devastated Smolensk road.
It began to run away only when suddenly seized by a panic caused by the capture of transport trains on the Smolensk road, and by the battle of Tarutino.
Isn't the road wide enough? said he, turning to a man behind him who was not pushing him at all.
To the right, where the Kaluga road turns near Neskuchny, endless rows of troops and carts stretched away into the distance.
They advanced the few hundred paces that separated the bridge from the Kaluga road, taking more than an hour to do so, and came out upon the square where the streets of the Transmoskva ward and the Kaluga road converge, and the prisoners jammed close together had to stand for some hours at that crossway.
Again, as at the church in Khamovniki, a wave of general curiosity bore all the prisoners forward onto the road, and Pierre, thanks to his stature, saw over the heads of the others what so attracted their curiosity.
On the road he was stopped by a French sentinel who ordered him back.
Some Cossacks of Dokhturov's detachment reported having sighted the French Guards marching along the road to Borovsk.
Having changed horses twice and galloped twenty miles in an hour and a half over a sticky, muddy road, Bolkhovitinov reached Litashevka after one o'clock at night.
That Napoleon agreed with Mouton, and that the army retreated, does not prove that Napoleon caused it to retreat, but that the forces which influenced the whole army and directed it along the Mozhaysk (that is, the Smolensk) road acted simultaneously on him also.
For the French retreating along the old Smolensk road, the final goal-- their native land--was too remote, and their immediate goal was Smolensk, toward which all their desires and hopes, enormously intensified in the mass, urged them on.
When the flight of the French army along the Smolensk road became well defined, what Konovnitsyn had foreseen on the night of the eleventh of October began to occur.
He could not tell them what we say now: Why fight, why block the road, losing our own men and inhumanly slaughtering unfortunate wretches?
What is the use of that, when a third of their army has melted away on the road from Moscow to Vyazma without any battle?
To the left of the road between Mikulino and Shamshevo there were large forests, extending in some places up to the road itself though in others a mile or more back from it.
Beyond Shamshevo, Dolokhov was to observe the road in the same way, to find out at what distance there were other French troops.
Behind them along the narrow, sodden, cutup forest road came hussars in threes and fours, and then Cossacks: some in felt cloaks, some in French greatcoats, and some with horsecloths over their heads.
In the village, in the house, in the garden, by the well, by the pond, over all the rising ground, and all along the road uphill from the bridge leading to the village, not more than five hundred yards away, crowds of men could be seen through the shimmering mist.
Petya, rapidly turning his head, looked now at the drummer boy, now at Denisov, now at the esaul, and now at the French in the village and along the road, trying not to miss anything of importance.
On reaching the bottom, Dolokhov told the Cossacks accompanying him to await him there and rode on at a quick trot along the road to the bridge.
Noticing the black outline of a man crossing the road, Dolokhov stopped him and inquired where the commander and officers were.
Having ridden up the road, on both sides of which French talk could be heard around the campfires, Dolokhov turned into the courtyard of the landowner's house.
Dolokhov, as if he had not heard the question, did not reply, but lighting a short French pipe which he took from his pocket began asking the officer in how far the road before them was safe from Cossacks.
Coming out onto the road Dolokhov did not ride back across the open country, but through the village.
The infantry of the detachment passed along the road and quickly disappeared amid the trees in the mist of early dawn, hundreds of feet splashing through the mud.
Cossacks were galloping along the road in front of him.
Cossacks, hussars, and ragged Russian prisoners, who had come running from both sides of the road, were shouting something loudly and incoherently.
The road along which they moved was bordered on both sides by dead horses; ragged men who had fallen behind from various regiments continually changed about, now joining the moving column, now again lagging behind it.
They understood that the saddles and Junot's spoon might be of some use, but that cold and hungry soldiers should have to stand and guard equally cold and hungry Russians who froze and lagged behind on the road (in which case the order was to shoot them) was not merely incomprehensible but revolting.
At midday on the twenty-second of October Pierre was going uphill along the muddy, slippery road, looking at his feet and at the roughness of the way.
Karataev was still sitting at the side of the road under the birch tree and two Frenchmen were talking over his head.
Many have died these last days on the road or at the bivouacs.
At first while they were still moving along the Kaluga road, Napoleon's armies made their presence known, but later when they reached the Smolensk road they ran holding the clapper of their bell tight--and often thinking they were escaping ran right into the Russians.
But after a four days' halt the mob, with no maneuvers or plans, again began running along the beaten track, neither to the right nor to the left but along the old--the worst--road, through Krasnoe and Orsha.
The Russian army, expecting Napoleon to take the road to the right beyond the Dnieper--which was the only reasonable thing for him to do-- themselves turned to the right and came out onto the highroad at Krasnoe.
From the time they turned onto the Kaluga road to the day their leader fled from the army, none of the movements of the crowd had any sense.
The road the French would take was unknown, and so the closer our troops trod on their heels the greater distance they had to cover.
All along the road groups of French prisoners captured that day (there were seven thousand of them) were crowding to warm themselves at campfires.
One group of the French stood close to the road, and two of them, one of whom had his face covered with sores, were tearing a piece of raw flesh with their hands.
We've got some three foot drifts on the road out here.
Ahead was nothing but a narrow dirt road lined with mature Oak trees and brush.
Beyond that, less than three feet separated the road from the edge of a cliff.
They left the main road on a narrow trail consisting of two ruts.
The trail couldn't have been a road... more likely a wash.
Connie would be on the road right now.
The three of them walked abreast along a narrow road consisting of no more than two bare strips of dirt in the grass.
It's wonderful on the open road once more!
I was the designated driver again and once on the road Betsy closed her eyes but I doubt she slept.
He stayed with them and was shocked when the car left the road, bumping into a secluded copse, frightening the girl.
They could not see the speeding horse, but they heard the clatter of its hoofs far down the road, and they understood the cry, "Up! up! and defend yourselves!"
The road was strange to him, and he traveled very slowly.
I rode on a rough road, and fell off three or four times, and am now awfully lame!
Mr. Keith comes every afternoon at four o'clock, and gives me a "friendly lift" over the rough stretches of road, over which every student must go.
Suddenly on the road at the top of the high ground, artillery and troops in blue uniform were seen.
The road is not swept for the princess my daughter, but for a minister!
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.
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.
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.
The road was clear again; Pierre descended the hill and drove on.
In their rear, more than a mile from Mikulino where the forest came right up to the road, six Cossacks were posted to report if any fresh columns of French should show themselves.
The blue-gray bandy legged dog ran merrily along the side of the road, sometimes in proof of its agility and self-satisfaction lifting one hind leg and hopping along on three, and then again going on all four and rushing to bark at the crows that sat on the carrion.
"I wonder how I can get my car back on the road," she mused, and felt relieved when his attention returned to the car.
Jim was trotting along the well-known road, shaking his ears and whisking his tail with a contented motion.
A large rock beside the road provided a place to rest while she listened for vehicles.
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.
The neighbors couldn't see into any of their windows, and they were far enough off the main road that the only traffic would be people coming to see them.
This time he followed the main road for a while before dipping off onto a well used trail.
All along the sides of the road fallen horses were to be seen, some flayed, some not, and broken-down carts beside which solitary soldiers sat waiting for something, and again soldiers straggling from their companies, crowds of whom set off to the neighboring villages, or returned from them dragging sheep, fowls, hay, and bulging sacks.
We have to get on the road after lunch.
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.