She watched as he added more wood to the fire and stirred the coals up with the poker.
We've got plenty of wood, though, from the forest.
It was still warm and smelled of wood smoke.
Taking a few steps back she gripped the ax half way down on the handle and slammed it down against the block of wood with a dull whack.
As she descended the long stairway again, her palm caressed the smooth dark wood of the banisters.
The French had attacked the men collecting wood in the copse.
The table and chairs were made of a dark rich wood, and the tiles on the floor looked like polished bricks.
Concrete walls surrounded us and the door, the only opening was a massive solid wood hulk.
Wood was stacked beside it, and she turned the book sitting on the coffee table into newspaper to burn.
The wood was split and stacked beside the house, waiting for winter.
All he knew now was his bare feet were cold, standing on the hard wood floor at the perimeter of the carpet in the death room.
He glared at the ocean and strode up the beach littered with wood, boats, and cars, to the highway.
The interior was marble and polished wood, dating back to a time when first generation craftsmen took pride in their workmanship.
Coatings that keep wood buildings from burning.
She dropped the wood and screamed before she realized it was only a young cat.
Rusty hinges were still visible in the wood but no door barred the entrance nor could anything be seen beyond but utter blackness.
The room was warm and cozy, its walls done up in dark lacquered wood, the warm glow of chandeliers non- imposing.
The patches of grass were splinters of wood, and where neither grass nor sawdust showed was a solid wooden flooring.
Since the wood-cutters, and the railroad, and I myself have profaned Walden, perhaps the most attractive, if not the most beautiful, of all our lakes, the gem of the woods, is White Pond;--a poor name from its commonness, whether derived from the remarkable purity of its waters or the color of its sands.
The wood appeared to be cherry, and although it could use a coat of wax, it still had a deep luster.
It was old and heavy, its covers made of wood smoothed by years of wear.
He turned to pick up the scattered pieces of wood and caught her watching him.
She started to saw at them with the knife. The wood was thick and wet. She shifted closer, gasping when the root healed the cuts she'd just made. Furious at the latest trick from the Immortal underworld, Katie sawed furiously at the root, until her arm ached. She'd barely made a dent when she switched arms.
Beside the tank was a pile of split wood about three feet high and six feet long.
The legions of these Myrmidons covered all the hills and vales in my wood-yard, and the ground was already strewn with the dead and dying, both red and black.
I lifted the heavy wood beam that crossed their door, securing it.
She sat in the living room as masculine as he, surrounded by wood, wool, and leather in dark colors.
The dairy was warm, a fire burning brightly in the home made wood stove.
She watched the Guardians gather wood in the eerie light of the bloody sun and start the funeral pyre for her father's body.
This time the ax sank about four inches into the wood - in another spot.
The furnishings were of a dark wood, possibly cherry, with hand carved designs.
The only difference was the electricity powering lights in the heavy iron and wood chandeliers overhead and the intercom system installed into the walls beside each entrance.
Carmen looked at Alex, who suddenly found the wood grain on the table interesting.
Drawing water from a well and cooking on a wood stove would be inconvenient, but how complicated could it be?
The door exploded open in flames, wood, and black fur.
Carmen grabbed a chunk of wood from the box and jerked the stove door open.
He took the wood from her arms and dropped it into the wood box.
The pot-bellied stove crackled with burning wood, and a light in the corner made the cottage feel even cozier.
Katie trailed her into the stately Georgian mansion and glanced down as the polished wood beneath her feet creaked.
They glided past snow-covered fields and occasional farmhouses, drifting smoke from their chimneys skyward and adding a hint of wood smoke to the crisp winter air.
"That's what I thought," Carmen interrupted caustically, and gave the wood box a swift kick.
Her knee hit the solid chunk of wood with a nauseating thump.
The air was tinged with the scent of burning wood and melted metals, sulfur, and the facility's damp mustiness.
Somehow, he'd moved back to the wood line.
You couldn't add wood to the fire?
Katie started in the direction of the woman's voice. She stumbled over fallen, slick wood and brambles she couldn't see. Whatever magic that had cleared a path for her was gone. She struggled through the jungle before calling out, "Can you hear me? I can't see much. You'll have to say something, so I can find you."
Wood dwellings sagged, and refuse was stacked high between them.
He nailed the wood over the window while she cleaned the rest of the glass from the counter.
Fine. You chop the wood and I'll make us some iced tea.
She tugged at one of the chunks of wood until she had it sitting straight on the stump, as he had done.
Everything visible was made of wood, and the scene seemed stiff and extremely unnatural.
All people need rest, even if they are made of wood, and as there is no night here they select a certain time of the day in which to sleep or doze.
No; she just dug her claws into the wood and climbed down the sides of this house to the ground.
Your chief fault, my friend, is in being made of wood, and that I suppose you cannot help.
In the past two centuries with very little technology, we've come from whale oil and wood to solar and nuclear.
If you look back across the span of time, you see wood plows being used in 4000 BC, then irrigation five hundred years later.
Here were great oaks and splendid evergreens with trunks like mossy pillars, from the branches of which hung garlands of ivy and mistletoe, and persimmon trees, the odour of which pervaded every nook and corner of the wood--an illusive, fragrant something that made the heart glad.
Oh, would that men would leave the city, its splendour and its tumult and its gold, and return to wood and field and simple, honest living!
I have had many dog friends--huge mastiffs, soft-eyed spaniels, wood-wise setters and honest, homely bull terriers.
Sometimes a rambler in the wood was attracted by the sound of my axe, and we chatted pleasantly over the chips which I had made.
The dead and for the most part unmerchantable wood behind my house, and the driftwood from the pond, have supplied the remainder of my fuel.
On the fourth morning, the high priest, by rubbing dry wood together, produces new fire in the public square, from whence every habitation in the town is supplied with the new and pure flame.
My house was on the side of a hill, immediately on the edge of the larger wood, in the midst of a young forest of pitch pines and hickories, and half a dozen rods from the pond, to which a narrow footpath led down the hill.
It is new information and not merely a repetition of what was presented in the first chapter.
To walk in a winter morning in a wood where these birds abounded, their native woods, and hear the wild cockerels crow on the trees, clear and shrill for miles over the resounding earth, drowning the feebler notes of other birds--think of it!
Though it is now dark, the wind still blows and roars in the wood, the waves still dash, and some creatures lull the rest with their notes.
The thick wood is not just at our door, nor the pond, but somewhat is always clearing, familiar and worn by us, appropriated and fenced in some way, and reclaimed from Nature.
My "best" room, however, my withdrawing room, always ready for company, on whose carpet the sun rarely fell, was the pine wood behind my house.
He cut his trees level and close to the ground, that the sprouts which came up afterward might be more vigorous and a sled might slide over the stumps; and instead of leaving a whole tree to support his corded wood, he would pare it away to a slender stake or splinter which you could break off with your hand at last.
Michaux, more than thirty years ago, says that the price of wood for fuel in New York and Philadelphia "nearly equals, and sometimes exceeds, that of the best wood in Paris, though this immense capital annually requires more than three hundred thousand cords, and is surrounded to the distance of three hundred miles by cultivated plains."
In this town the price of wood rises almost steadily, and the only question is, how much higher it is to be this year than it was the last.
Mechanics and tradesmen who come in person to the forest on no other errand, are sure to attend the wood auction, and even pay a high price for the privilege of gleaning after the woodchopper.
Every man looks at his wood-pile with a kind of affection.
In previous years I had often gone prospecting over some bare hillside, where a pitch pine wood had formerly stood, and got out the fat pine roots.
Hard green wood just cut, though I used but little of that, answered my purpose better than any other.
For many weeks I met no one in my walks but those who came occasionally to cut wood and sled it to the village.
And then fresh sparks went up above the wood, as if the roof fell in, and we all shouted "Concord to the rescue!"
They were so familiar that at length one alighted on an armful of wood which I was carrying in, and pecked at the sticks without fear.
He cuts and saws the solid pond, unroofs the house of fishes, and carts off their very element and air, held fast by chains and stakes like corded wood, through the favoring winter air, to wintry cellars, to underlie the summer there.
Ice has its grain as well as wood, and when a cake begins to rot or "comb," that is, assume the appearance of honeycomb, whatever may be its position, the air cells are at right angles with what was the water surface.
Fogs and rains and warmer suns are gradually melting the snow; the days have grown sensibly longer; and I see how I shall get through the winter without adding to my wood-pile, for large fires are no longer necessary.
You may tell by looking at any twig of the forest, ay, at your very wood-pile, whether its winter is past or not.
On the third or fourth of May I saw a loon in the pond, and during the first week of the month I heard the whip-poor-will, the brown thrasher, the veery, the wood pewee, the chewink, and other birds.
I had heard the wood thrush long before.
The sulphur-like pollen of the pitch pine soon covered the pond and the stones and rotten wood along the shore, so that you could have collected a barrelful.
He proceeded instantly to the forest for wood, being resolved that it should not be made of unsuitable material; and as he searched for and rejected stick after stick, his friends gradually deserted him, for they grew old in their works and died, but he grew not older by a moment.
Every one has heard the story which has gone the rounds of New England, of a strong and beautiful bug which came out of the dry leaf of an old table of apple-tree wood, which had stood in a farmer's kitchen for sixty years, first in Connecticut, and afterward in Massachusetts--from an egg deposited in the living tree many years earlier still, as appeared by counting the annual layers beyond it; which was heard gnawing out for several weeks, hatched perchance by the heat of an urn.
It was Timokhin's company, which alone had maintained its order in the wood and, having lain in ambush in a ditch, now attacked the French unexpectedly.
The sound of voices, the tramping feet, the horses' hoofs moving in mud, the crackling of wood fires near and afar, merged into one tremulous rumble.
On this knoll there was a white patch that Rostov could not at all make out: was it a glade in the wood lit up by the moon, or some unmelted snow, or some white houses?
A third person rode up circumspectly through the wood (it was plain that he had had a lesson) and stopped behind the count.
His voice seemed to fill the whole wood and carried far beyond out into the open field.
After listening a few moments in silence, the count and his attendant convinced themselves that the hounds had separated into two packs: the sound of the larger pack, eagerly giving tongue, began to die away in the distance, the other pack rushed by the wood past the count, and it was with this that Daniel's voice was heard calling ulyulyu.
The count and Simon galloped out of the wood and saw on their left a wolf which, softly swaying from side to side, was coming at a quiet lope farther to the left to the very place where they were standing.
At the same instant, with a cry like a wail, first one hound, then another, and then another, sprang helter-skelter from the wood opposite and the whole pack rushed across the field toward the very spot where the wolf had disappeared.
He was galloping round by the bushes while the field was coming up on both sides, all trying to head the wolf, but it vanished into the wood before they could do so.
A thousand times during that half-hour Rostov cast eager and restless glances over the edge of the wood, with the two scraggy oaks rising above the aspen undergrowth and the gully with its water-worn side and "Uncle's" cap just visible above the bush on his right.
Nicholas could already see not far in front of him the wood where the wolf would certainly escape should she reach it.
Nicholas and his attendant, with "Uncle" and his huntsman, were all riding round the wolf, crying "ulyulyu!" shouting and preparing to dismount each moment that the wolf crouched back, and starting forward again every time she shook herself and moved toward the wood where she would be safe.
But when he saw that the horsemen did not dismount and that the wolf shook herself and ran for safety, Daniel set his chestnut galloping, not at the wolf but straight toward the wood, just as Karay had run to cut the animal off.
Hardly had he passed an angle of the wood before a stout gentleman in a beaver cap came riding toward him on a handsome raven-black horse, accompanied by two hunt servants.
Some thirty years ago Ferapontov, by Alpatych's advice, had bought a wood from the prince, had begun to trade, and now had a house, an inn, and a corn dealer's shop in that province.
Let them cut the crops and burn wood to their hearts' content.
'When wood is chopped the chips will fly.'
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 going through the wood for about a mile and a half they came out on a glade where troops of Tuchkov's corps were stationed to defend the left flank.
During the cannonade Prince Poniatowski is to advance through the wood on the village and turn the enemy's position.
General Campan will move through the wood to seize the first fortification.
The second order was that Poniatowski, moving to the village through the wood, should turn the Russian left flank.
This could not be done and was not done, because Poniatowski, advancing on the village through the wood, met Tuchkov there barring his way, and could not and did not turn the Russian position.
The third order was: General Campan will move through the wood to seize the first fortification.
General Campan's division did not seize the first fortification but was driven back, for on emerging from the wood it had to reform under grapeshot, of which Napoleon was unaware.
On the field between Borodino and the fleches, beside the wood, the chief action of the day took place on an open space visible from both sides and was fought in the simplest and most artless way.
The militiamen carried Prince Andrew to the dressing station by the wood, where wagons were stationed.
In the wood, wagons and horses were standing.
Thus he stumbled on Bagovut's corps in a wood when it was already broad daylight, though the corps should long before have joined Orlov-Denisov.
Now it would roll on its back, yelping with delight, now bask in the sun with a thoughtful air of importance, and now frolic about playing with a chip of wood or a straw.
"I went for another one," Tikhon continued, "and I crept like this through the wood and lay down."
A third section scattered through the village arranging quarters for the staff officers, carrying out the French corpses that were in the huts, and dragging away boards, dry wood, and thatch from the roofs, for the campfires, or wattle fences to serve for shelter.
Fetch some more wood! shouted a red-haired and red-faced man, screwing up his eyes and blinking because of the smoke but not moving back from the fire.
"And you, Jackdaw, go and fetch some wood!" said he to another soldier.
They split up the wood, pressed it down on the fire, blew at it with their mouths, and fanned it with the skirts of their greatcoats, making the flames hiss and crackle.
The handsome young soldier who had brought the wood, setting his arms akimbo, began stamping his cold feet rapidly and deftly on the spot where he stood.
The immense house on the old stone foundations was of wood, plastered only inside.
Without answering, he headed for the fireplace and opened the wood box.
I really like the look of wood - especially when it looks this graceful.
"Smokey Joe Wood was from Ouray," Fred said, changing the subject as Joseph scowled at his wife.
There was a lingering smell of wood smoke in the night air and all earlier efforts at shoveling the walkway and stairs were lost in the smooth swirls of new fallen whiteness.
The angel looked up at him doubtfully then picked his way across roots to the pocket in the tree trunk. Rhyn scavenged for what dry wood he could find and took the armful back to the tree. Toby was huddled in the small cave, shaking with cold.
Rhyn focused the little bit of magic he had remaining on the wood. Fire sprang up. With it, Rhyn felt a stitch of the seam binding his power snap.
Darian guided the horse through marble streets marked by statues of his forefathers and beyond the city into the wood running along a stream that ran through the immortal countryside.
Low-key, contemporary furnishings in light wood colors and pale neutrals were mixed with splashes of color: the navy blue rug, lime couch pillows, cinnamon drapes, and yellow floorboards.
The wood covers were unusually cool to his touch, and a shiver went up his arm.
Voices rose from behind the door, their words too muffled by the wood to distinguish.
The wood stage beneath her was slick with dark blood, the scent of which made her nauseous.
It was delightful to lose ourselves in the green hollows of that tangled wood in the late afternoon, and to smell the cool, delicious odours that came up from the earth at the close of day.
Round the house was a wide piazza, where the mountain winds blew, sweet with all wood-scents.
I did not imagine, when I studied about the forests of Maine, that a strong and beautiful ship would go sailing all over the world, carrying wood from those rich forests, to build pleasant homes and schools and churches in distant countries.
Of course the sun did not shine, but we had great open wood fires in the rooms, which were all very sweet with roses and other flowers, which were sent to me from distant friends; and fruits of all kinds from California and other places.
King Frost frowned and looked very angry at first, and his fairies trembled for fear and cowered still lower in their hiding-places; but just then two little children came dancing through the wood, and though they did not see King Frost or the fairies, they saw the beautiful colour of the leaves, and laughed with delight, and began picking great bunches to take to their mother.
My employment out of doors now was to collect the dead wood in the forest, bringing it in my hands or on my shoulders, or sometimes trailing a dead pine tree under each arm to my shed.
Sometimes through the monotonous waves of men, like a fleck of white foam on the waves of the Enns, an officer, in a cloak and with a type of face different from that of the men, squeezed his way along; sometimes like a chip of wood whirling in the river, an hussar on foot, an orderly, or a townsman was carried through the waves of infantry; and sometimes like a log floating down the river, an officers' or company's baggage wagon, piled high, leather covered, and hemmed in on all sides, moved across the bridge.
He'd managed to add more wood to the fire and tear the stitches in his chest while doing so.
Following Señor Medena up the stairs, she ran her hand along the smooth wood, enjoying the cool silky soft feel of it.