For a time Werper hid behind one of the lesser boulders
that were scattered over the top of the hill, but, seeing or hearing nothing of the Englishman, he crept from his place of concealment to undertake a systematic search of his surroundings, in the hope that he might discover the location of the treasure in ample time to make his escape before Tarzan returned, for it was the Belgian's desire merely to locate the gold, that, after Tarzan had departed, he might come in safety with his followers and carry away as much as he could transport.
As I topped a great boulder
I saw the herd of plant men surrounding a little group of perhaps five or six green men and women of Barsoom.
After a couple of hours we passed round a huge boulder
to come to a steep declivity leading down into a valley.
The girl of the golden hair and sea-blue eyes was sitting on a boulder
of the headland, half-hidden by a jutting rock.
The ruins of a house burnt by fire do not tell their tale more plainly, than do the mountains of Scotland and Wales, with their scored flanks, polished surfaces, and perched boulders
, of the icy streams with which their valleys were lately filled.
Half conscious, but ever with the one thought beating in his mind, he goaded the horse onwards, rushing swiftly down steep ravines over huge boulders
, along the edges of black abysses.
Susan had run out, swerving sharp to the left at the door, and on the edge of the slope crouched down behind a boulder
. A dislodged stone went on downwards, rattling as it leaped.
I needed exercise, so I employed my agent in setting stranded logs and dead trees adrift, and I sat on a boulder
and watched them go whirling and leaping head over heels down the boiling torrent.
I slipped behind a large boulder
near the mouth of the ravine and waited.
The prayer finished, they resumed their seat in the shadow of the boulder
until the child fell asleep, nestling upon the broad breast of her protector.
I gather the larkspur Over the hillside, Blown mid the chaos Of boulder
and bellbine; Hating the tyrant Who made me an outcast, Who of his leisure Now spares me no moment: Drinking the mountain spring, Shading at noon-day Under the cypress My limbs from the sun glare.
Anne was sitting on the big gray boulder
in the orchard looking at the poem of a bare, birchen bough hanging against the pale red sunset with the very perfection of grace.
Here he cast about for a comfortable seat, lighted on a big boulder
under a birch by the trackside, sate down upon it with a very long, serious upper lip, and the sun now shining in upon us between two peaks, put his pocket-handkerchief over his cocked hat to shelter him.
he leapt like a buck, he crashed through the brake like a bull, he skimmed the level like a swallow.
"I tried to cross Solomon's Mountains nearly two years ago," was the answer, spoken in the hesitating voice of a man who has had little recent opportunity of using his tongue, "but when I reached here a boulder
fell on my leg and crushed it, and I have been able to go neither forward nor back."