Even in town the roads were a furrowed welter of mud, hideous to view and difficult to cross.
"Main Street" by Sinclair Lewis
The forehead itself was high and broad, crossed with an infinity of small furrows.
"The Path of the King" by John Buchan
He was now about forty-two years of age, but appeared much younger, although a few furrows already crossed his brow.
"Monsieur Lecoq" by Emile Gaboriau
Suddenly a furrow crossed his brow.
"The Christian A Story" by Hall Caine
The flagella arise near cross-furrow or, in some cases, in longitudinal furrow.
"Marine Protozoa from Woods Hole" by Gary N. Calkins
A wide hole should be dug where the furrows cross, and into this composted manure should be put.
"Agriculture for Beginners" by Charles William Burkett
The nuts of the cinerea cross were longer, more tubular and somewhat deeper furrowed and darker.
"Northern Nut Growers Association, Report of the Proceedings at the Third Annual Meeting" by Northern Nut Growers Association
Still following an invisible path in the deep-furrowed dust, he crossed again to the other side.
"The Escape of Mr. Trimm" by Irvin S. Cobb
A storm crossed her face, as when the icy winds of winter furrow the waves and clouds swoop down to wed the foaming main.
"Saronia" by Richard Short
Set stakes to go by, and, in planting, cross the furrows.
"The Apple" by Various
He found the field all cut up with furrows, zig-zag, criss-cross, an in every direcshin, an asked Adam wat on arth it ment.
"Letters of Major Jack Downing, of the Downingville Militia" by Seba Smith
As these thoughts crossed his mind, Henry approached them, his kind face furrowed and drawn with pain in a manner piteous to behold.
"The Tree of Knowledge" by Mrs. Baillie Reynolds
Next morning we rode along the margin of the lake, still crossing the spurs of the Nimroud Dagh, furrowed by numerous streams of lava and mud.
"Discoveries among the Ruins of Nineveh and Babylon" by Austen H. Layard
I have not in any case observed an example of two furrows crossing one another at this stage.
"The Works of Francis Maitland Balfour, Volume 1" by Francis Maitland Balfour
An' och! the sod was green that summer's day,
An' rainbows crossed the low hills, blue an' fair;
But black an' foul the blighted furrows stretched,
An' sent their cruel poison through the air.
"A Hungry Day" by Isabella Valancy Crawford
Then came pleas and rejoinders, rebutters, demurrers,
Such as Chitty would plough into Richard Roe's furrows; —
Cross questions, and very cross answers, to suit —
So the gist of the case was the point in dispute.
"Scire Facias" by John Gardiner Calkins Brainard