The stronger it blew and the more it walloped the cloak's folds, the tighter and more determinedly the traveler held on to it, as he plodded wearily over the hillside.

So good bye, Dougl's!" Palmer mounted his horse and galloped off to the camp, the old man plodding steadily down the road.

They bore themselves bravely, the greater number plodding along silently in the footsteps of those who went ahead, with no thoughts of their direction, some of them even chatting and laughing.

The mural decorations in the corridor caught his eyethe covered wagon, drawn by oxen plodding patiently into the sunsetthe incoming settlers of the pioneer days.

Over these I toiled with my bundle slung over my shoulder, plodding heavily through the loose sand, and tripping over the creepers, but forgetting my wet clothes and my numb hands as I recalled the many hardships and adventures which my ancestors had undergone.

Harkness, who had led the way up the hill, plodded onward for a time before discovering that his companion had paused; then, through the ring of hoar frost around his parka hood, he called back: "I'll hike down to the road-house and warm up.

She was near turning back then, but it didn't seem worth while, and it was less trouble to plod stupidly on, always westward, always towards the setting sun!

When others passed him he let them go, and plodded on after them with solemn assurance, his gait so leisurely that rapid travelers had the habit of regarding his conservatism with undisguised contempt.

At dark the plucky little Ford plods gallantly back to the home base, its occupants with faded garlands, whose make-up varies with the seasonsyellow chrysanthemums with purple everlasting tassels at Christmas time; in the dry, hot days of spring pink and white oleanders from the water channels among the hills; during the rains the heavy fragrance of jasmine.

Yet still no praise belongs to me I do not sympathize with thee; I never can be proud and vain, And imitate thy boasting strain; But humbly on my way I'll plod, For I receive my strength from God.

Some one plodded laboriously to the door and thrust in a rain-soaked visage, saying, "Their Graces beg your patience, as we cannot move until help comes.

Meantime, "The Professor" was plodding its way round London through many rejections.

" Both men waited to observe if the suggestion was taken up by the Right and Left Bower moodily plodding ahead.

Riding through the deserts of Roumelia, where his guardian had bidden him beware of the enchantments of the witch Rauch-Else, he shared his last piece of bread with his faithful steed, and, faint with hunger and almost perishing with thirst, plodded painfully on.

The sand was loose and their feet sank ankle deep in it, but they plodded along pluckily.

He was always giving her up and then putting his doubts of her in his pocket with his neat handkerchief, plodding sedulously as before.

As I slowly passed the telescope over the face of Europe, I pictured to myself the fat, plodding Hollanderthe patient, contemplative Germanthe ingenious, sensual Italianthe temperate Swissthe haughty, superstitious Spaniardthe sprightly, self-complacent Frenchmanthe sullen and reflecting Englishman who monopolize nearly all the science and literature of the earth, to which they bear so small a proportion.

He fills up the entire pavement, and stolidly plods on, turning ladies and all into the roadway; not from intentional rudeness, but from sheer inability to perceive that he is causing inconvenience.

She was near turning back then, but it didn't seem worth while, and it was less trouble to plod stupidly on, always westward, always towards the setting sun!

That he was plodding now sturdily along his highway.

The ponies plodded slowly upward, to turn and plod up the next angle of the trail, without loitering and without haste.

But this latter idea did not apparently greatly lure him, for he continued to plod upwards, even while considering it, to the tune of the clamouring bells.

" Afterward they plodded on toward Bowater, and the ensuing night rested in Chantrell Wood.

"It is no Fairy gift at all," exclaimed others; "it is downright plodding and working.

Yet the practice cannot be sheer suicide, when the Dutch peasant-girl plods bloomingly through her daily duties beneath a dozen successive involucres of flannel.