"Next day they found a wooden Saw-Horse standing by the
roadside, and sprinkled it with the Powder.
But it was now growing dark, so he decided to camp for the night by the
roadside and to resume the journey next morning by daybreak.
There were no fences at all by the
roadside now, and the land was rough and untilled.
For some time now, things have been happening in this district that have been worrying him dreadfully--several people have disappeared, without leaving the slightest trace; a dead child was found by the
roadside, with no visible or ascertainable cause of death--sheep and other animals have been found in the fields, bleeding from open wounds.
The rosy-cheeked, bright-eyed quartet looked so charming in their light summer attire, clinging to the
roadside bank like pigeons on a roof-slope, that he stopped a moment to regard them before coming close.
It was now nightfall, and as I stood there at the
roadside in the deepening gloom, watching the blank outlines of the receding wagon, a sound was borne to me on the evening wind--a sound as of a series of vigorous thumps--and a voice came out of the night:
Sometimes in our walks we come across a charred round patch upon the grass in some quiet nook by the roadside, and we know the tinkers have been there, and can imagine all sorts of stories about them.
He preached, not only in churches, but in barns and in fields, by the roadside or in the market-place, anywhere, in fact, where he could gather an audience.
After he had travelled a little way, he spied a dog lying by the
roadside and panting as if he were tired.
It stood close to the
roadside and over the door was a sign that read: "Miss Foolish Owl and Mr.
They carry it out in bundles to the
roadside, and the cart brings it away."
The last occasion on which he did this was just as he emerged from the shadow of a large tree that stood by the
roadside, and a gush of rich emotion rewarded him.
Yonder is a good oaken thicket by the roadside; take thee a cudgel thence and defend thyself fairly, if thou hast a taste for a sound drubbing."
Bide thee awhile till I get me a staff." So saying, he threw aside the rose that he had been holding all this time, thrust his sword back into the scabbard, and, with a more hasty step than he had yet used, stepped to the roadside where grew the little clump of ground oaks Robin had spoken of.
By the
roadside he sat down on a log and began to talk about God.
