The light wind died down and left Lop-Ear on his log
floating around a hundred feet away.
Owing to a confident reliance upon other means of determining the vessel's place, some merchantmen, and many whalemen, especially when cruising, wholly neglect to heave the log
; though at the same time, and frequently more for form's sake than anything else, regularly putting down upon the customary slate the course steered by the ship, as well as the presumed average rate of progression every hour.
By and by along comes part of a log
raft -- nine logs
Now the trunks of trees on the bottom, and the old log
canoe, and the dark surrounding woods, are gone, and the villagers, who scarcely know where it lies, instead of going to the pond to bathe or drink, are thinking to bring its water, which should be as sacred as the Ganges at least, to the village in a pipe, to wash their dishes with!
There is none better or bolder among my people to clear a block of the river when the logs
“Mean!” echoed Benjamin; “it is as true as the Boadishey’s log
book—” He was interrupted by the sheriff, who put a few direct questions to him, that obtained more intelligible answers, by which means he became possessed of a tolerably correct idea of the truth, When the wonder, and we must do Richard the justice to say, the feelings also, that were created by this narrative, had in some degree subsided, the sheriff turned his eyes again on his journal, where more inexplicable hieroglyphics met his view.
I've got a dozen gangs strung out up the Yukon getting out logs
. You-all'll see their rafts coming down after the river breaks.
Often he had heard his father and mother, on the safety of the sand, bark and rage their hatred of those terrible sea-dwellers, when, close to the beach, they appeared on the surface like logs
Just a common block of firewood, one of those thick, solid logs
that are put on the fire in winter to make cold rooms cozy and warm.
There were a number of fallen trees near the house and the Quadling got his axe and chopped them into logs
of equal length.
It came from a very bright place; and the little one, rising on its legs, toddled through the snow, the old grimy shawl in which it was wrapped trailing behind it, and the queer little bonnet dangling at its back--toddled on to the open door of Silas Marner's cottage, and right up to the warm hearth, where there was a bright fire of logs
and sticks, which had thoroughly warmed the old sack (Silas's greatcoat) spread out on the bricks to dry.
When he utilizes combined energy, his fighting men become as it were like unto rolling logs