I know, going down the rutted wagon-road, his mild face fell slowly into a haggard vacancy foreign to it: one or two people at the tavern where he stopped asked him if he were ill: I think, too, that he prayed once or twice to whatever God he had, looking up with dry eye and shut lips,dumb prayers, wrung out of some depth within, such as Christian sent out of the slough, when he was like to die.

The road was rutted deep: the horse, an old village hack, lumbered along, stumbling at every step.

The narrow carriage-way is deeply rutted, which makes one think that the old Romans had hard bumps to contend with.

It was next to impossible to haul field guns anywhere off the road, and as the Turks had paid no attention to the highway for some timeor where they had done something it was merely to dump down large stones to fill a particularly bad holeit had become deeply rutted and covered with a mass of adhesive mud.

There was the deeply-rutted old Hudson Bay trail, over which went the fabulously heavy loads of fur long agograss-grown now and broken with badger holes; there was "the trail," hard and firm, in the full pride of present patronage, defying the invasion of the boldest blade of grass; and by the side of it, faint and shadowy, like a rainbow's understudy, ran "the new trail," strong in the certainty of being the trail in time.

When, at last, they came within sight of Dapplemere, and the great machine crept up the rutted, grassy lane, Small Porges sighed, and spoke: "Auntie Anthea," said he, "are you sure that you are marriednice an'tight, you know?" "Yes, dear," she answered, "whyyes, Georgy.

"There was a drive through the pine-woodone of those green, slightly rutted drives where a horse can get the last yard out of itself, for the ground is hard enough to give him clean going and yet springy enough to help him.

They were two miles over the green shoulder of a hill, a rattle down a stony, deep-rutted country lane, where the mare stumbled and nearly came down, a jump over a 5ft. brook, a cut through a hazel copse, another dose of heavy ploughland, a couple of gates to open, and then the green, unbroken Downs beyond.

Then came stretches of drenched fields, vacant except for big black ravens and nimble piebald magpies, which bickered among themselves in the neglected and matted grain; and then we swung round a curve in the rutted roadway and were in the town of Battice.

The rutted street twisted along between small gray plaster houses, with ugly, unnecessary gable-ends, which faced the road at wrong angles.

At this time of the year the porch was deserted, and the only car in sight was Hudson's own, which wriggled and slipped its way courageously along the rutted, dirty snow.

" It was not easy to walk side by side on the rutted snow of the road.

an old, deep-rutted, cross country road, birch-trees shivering at either side, and every now and then a puff of pine-breath drifting in between.

The road was beaten into paste and rutted two feet deep by the artillery, so that he was right in saying that it was not the place for a gallop.

We believe that the rutted way leads us somewhere: it leads us nowhere, the rutted way is only a seeming; for each man received his truth in the womb.

We believe that the rutted way leads us somewhere: it leads us nowhere, the rutted way is only a seeming; for each man received his truth in the womb.

It was nothing but a deeply rutted track thick with sand and loose stones.

There was a deeply rutted farm road across the fields, guarded by gates which now hung wide open.

I crossed a wide tobacco plantation and approached the light on the hill, by a long, heavily-rutted cart-track.

Here a long slope, rutted, and partially covered with low bushes, led directly down to the river, and we pushed through the tangle, keeping well hidden.

The road was rutted, poached deep where wet and beaten hard where dry, or pulverized into dust by the stream of emigration.

As we drove up from the landing, through the rutted streets of the old mining and Indian-trading town, the black-bearded man came to me as we stopped, held back by a jam of covered wagonsa wonderful sight, even to meand as if talking to me, said to the woman, "You'd better ride on through town;" and then to me, "Are you going on through?

The trail became paralleled by other trails, narrow and rutted by countless hoofs.

Soon I was in the deserted, deep-rutted street shut in on either side by mud hovels, low and crouching close together in their pitiful poverty.

The brick side-walk was in bad condition, and littered with junk of all kinds, while the road-way was entirely uncared for, and deeply rutted from heavy traffic.