The white sand reflected the hot sun back at them until they were dripping with perspiration.
Kutuzov, dejected and frowning, sat on a bench by the bridge toying with his whip in the sand when a caleche dashed up noisily.
He patted the sand beside him.
The world dumped her on top of a pile of sand near the boardwalk with the angry black sea roaring behind her.
Water, sand, and hair stung her vision and lungs.
Grabbing an armful of the hay they had packed around the supplies in each wagon, she dropped it on the sand and the mules eagerly began devouring it.
She was tending the mules when she saw a rider on top of a sand dune.
The sand only moved one way, even when upside down.
No residents were left in Moscow, and the soldiers--like water percolating through sand--spread irresistibly through the city in all directions from the Kremlin into which they had first marched.
Pete's gravely voice cut through her thoughts like sand on a frying pan.
It darted back toward her, and she scrambled to get out of its path, tossing sand at it.
Cassie rolled over and stood, dusting sand from her clothes.
The air was heavy and fragrant, the wet, solid sand near the ocean welcome after her initial attempt to keep up in the sugary sand higher up the beach.
Sand had already begun to trickle into the bottom.
I have watered the red huckleberry, the sand cherry and the nettle-tree, the red pine and the black ash, the white grape and the yellow violet, which might have withered else in dry seasons.
These are all the materials, excepting the timber, stones, and sand, which I claimed by squatter's right.
When my floor was dirty, I rose early, and, setting all my furniture out of doors on the grass, bed and bedstead making but one budget, dashed water on the floor, and sprinkled white sand from the pond on it, and then with a broom scrubbed it clean and white; and by the time the villagers had broken their fast the morning sun had dried my house sufficiently to allow me to move in again, and my meditations were almost uninterupted.
As she watched, the horses plunged down a dune, sending a spray of white sand into the dry air.
As the big wheels turned, they tossed sand up and over the rim.
She hit the soft sand and he was instantly on top of her, wrestling the whip from her hand.
She shot back, kicking sand in his direction.
The sand lay white around them like a blanket of snow.
She dropped to the sand as a hail of bullets whistled above her head.
The body fell from the horse at Bordeaux's feet, but he barely noticed as he plunged to the sand on his chest.
Using the extra sand, they made fortifications and bedded down for the night behind them.
The flames threw eerie lights into the sand around the wagons, but nothing moved.
The only sound was the muffled sound of hooves in the sand and the occasional clink of a harness.
She brushed sand from her pants.
She dug her fingers into the soft sand, avoiding his eyes.
He stood and brushed the sand from his clothes and then helped her to her feet.
Then he brushed the sand from her pants, finishing up with a light slap on her backside.
The sides were left shelving, and not stoned; but the sun having never shone on them, the sand still keeps its place.
The rails are laid on them, and they are covered with sand, and the cars run smoothly over them.
In my front yard grew the strawberry, blackberry, and life-everlasting, johnswort and goldenrod, shrub oaks and sand cherry, blueberry and groundnut.
Near the end of May, the sand cherry (Cerasus pumila) adorned the sides of the path with its delicate flowers arranged in umbels cylindrically about its short stems, which last, in the fall, weighed down with good-sized and handsome cherries, fell over in wreaths like rays on every side.
Early in the morning I worked barefooted, dabbling like a plastic artist in the dewy and crumbling sand, but later in the day the sun blistered my feet.
Viewed from a hilltop it reflects the color of the sky; but near at hand it is of a yellowish tint next the shore where you can see the sand, then a light green, which gradually deepens to a uniform dark green in the body of the pond.
The shore is composed of a belt of smooth rounded white stones like paving-stones, excepting one or two short sand beaches, and is so steep that in many places a single leap will carry you into water over your head; and were it not for its remarkable transparency, that would be the last to be seen of its bottom till it rose on the opposite side.
Many years since I used to go there to collect the sand by cartloads, to make sandpaper with, and I have continued to visit it ever since.
I brought over some whiter and cleaner sand for this purpose from the opposite shore of the pond in a boat, a sort of conveyance which would have tempted me to go much farther if necessary.
There are many furrows in the sand where some creature has travelled about and doubled on its tracks; and, for wrecks, it is strewn with the cases of caddis-worms made of minute grains of white quartz.
A factory-owner, hearing what depth I had found, thought that it could not be true, for, judging from his acquaintance with dams, sand would not lie at so steep an angle.