bowlders

Such rounded cores, known as bowlders of weathering, are often left to strew the surface.

The Elements of Geology William Harmon Norton 1900

a rocky section, with a rough cavern on their right -- that is, the bowlders and rocks were jumbled together in such a fashion that there was some resemblance to a cave.

The Hunters of the Ozark Edward Sylvester Ellis 1878

Winterborne had abstractedly taken the poker, and with a wrinkled forehead was ploughing abroad the wood-embers on the broad hearth, till it was like a vast scorching Sahara, with red-hot bowlders lying about everywhere.

The Woodlanders 2006

It was then passing over Mabunguru, a stony country, strewn with blocks of syenite of a fine polish, and knobbed with huge bowlders and angular ridges of rock; conic masses, like the rocks of Karnak, studded the soil like so many

Five Weeks in a Balloon 2003

These elevated summits consist of rounded cones, between which the soil is bestrewn with erratic blocks of stone and gravelly bowlders.

Five Weeks in a Balloon 2003

The travelers had camped in a broad, sandy basin, strewn with bowlders, cut across with deep irregular gullies, now concealed by a coarse rank growth of weeds and grass, -- the dry bed of a mountain torrent.

The Mother of Felipe 1999

Should one take the winding path, by which alone it can be scaled, and clamber to the summit, he would be terrified by the loneliness of the place, with its sun-bleached bowlders and its moaning pines.

The Spirit of Crow Butte 1996

Even a man's rifle is apt to get in his way when he has to scramble over windfalls, or slump between big bowlders of rock, which a'most tear the clothes off his back.

Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods Isabel Hornibrook

The merry jingles rang on in challenge and answer, repeating from both sides of the pond, until they reached at last the wooded slopes and mighty bowlders of Old Squaw Mountain, a peak whose "star-crowned head" could be imagined rather than discerned against the horizon, near the distant shore from which the hunters had started.

Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods Isabel Hornibrook

Heroically they forebore to growl when their legs were scraped by jagged bowlders or prickly shrubs, giving thanks inwardly to the manufacturers of their stout tweeds that their clothes held together, instead of hanging on them like streamers on a rag-bush.

Camp and Trail A Story of the Maine Woods Isabel Hornibrook