As before, the fog fell, only to be succeeded by squally rain-showers that cut out the vista into a checkerboard pattern of visible sea and impenetrable greyness.

Sydney was a great lover of games, and he had brought his pocket checkerboard and men with him.

Tommy's eyes were studiously on the checkerboard.

There seemed no need, and besides, both of the boys were deeply interested in watching the various changes that kept taking place in the checkerboard landscape below.

Up around the mouth of the Tyee spread the vast checkerboard of Abbey-Monohan limits, and beyond that, on the eastern bank of the river, a single block,Fyfe's cedar limit,the camp he thought he would close down.

[Footnote 7: In Philadelphia the streets for the most part cross each other at right angles and at equal distances, so that the city is laid out like a checkerboard.

In Washington the streets running in one direction are lettered A, B, C, etc., and the cross streets are numbered; and upon the checkerboard plan is superposed another plan in which broad avenues radiate in various directions from the Capitol, and a few other centres.

These avenues cut through the square system of streets in all directions, so that instead of the dull checkerboard monotony there is an almost endless variety of magnificent vistas.]

Maps of our Western states are thus apt to have somewhat of a checkerboard aspect, not unlike the wonderful country which Alice visited after she had gone through the looking-glass.

The great Tartini, whom the devil visited in the dream he immortalised in his famous Sonata del Diavolo, had a checkerboard career.

Down there in the valley the river choosing its leisurely course northward to the Seine, and beyond it the harlequin checkerboard of vine and meadow, the sentinel poplars, and to the east-ward the blue hills that sheltered Ivry-la-Bataille.

He looked out again at the checkerboard of farms.

Checkerboard feud.

The checkerboard city of Lima.

Checkerboard feud.

The checkerboard city of Lima.

The pine wood upon the eastern slope of Rayborn Hill was a checkerboard of rich colour.

" Those two looked thoughtfully at the checkerboard, Polly's chin resting on her hand.

Sh!" answered the storekeeper, making another move on the checkerboard.