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For the moment the French could spread themselves in fields and march with a broad front, but once past Salamonde they were restricted to the narrow and deep-rutted road.

Sharpe's Havoc Cornwell, Bernard 2003

When the pickup pulled into a deep-rutted, weed-infested driveway,

When The Wind Blows Patterson, James, 1947- 1998

When the pickup pulled into a deep-rutted, weed-infested driveway,

When the Wind Blows Patterson, James, 1947- 1998

The wagon lurched onto a deep-rutted farm track that led south through the trees towards the distant villages overrun by the French.

Sharpe's Battle Cornwell, Bernard 1995

Eventually the valley peters out and I'm on a deep-rutted logging road, the terrain getting a bit steep and the timber tall and thick and murmuring to me in six dialects of Gothic.

Another Roadside Attraction Robbins, Tom 1971

And so the two in high glee started behind old Dobbin, and jogged along the deep-rutted plashy roads, which had not been mended after their winter's wear, towards the dwelling of the wizard.

Tom Brown's Schooldays Hughes, Thomas, 1822-1896 1971

My aunt gave a slight scream, clutched at her reins with a jerk; down went the ponies 'heads, and we were off, as hard as ever they could lay legs to the ground, along a deep-rutted narrow lane, with innumerable twistings and turnings in front of us, for a certainty, and the off-chance of a wagon and bell team blocking up the whole passage before we could emerge upon the high road.

Kate Coventry An Autobiography G. J. Whyte-Melville

Back over the same sloppy, muddy, and deep-rutted road we marched, retracing the steps made only an hour before, reaching our old camp at daylight, but we were not allowed to stop or rest.

History of Kershaw's Brigade D. Augustus Dickert

Master H. Frederic got behind a door and began performing the experiment of stopping and unstopping his ears in rapid alternation, greatly rejoicing in the singular effect of mixed conversation chopped very small, like the contents of a mince-pie, -- or meat pie, as it is more forcibly called in the deep-rutted villages lying along the unsalted streams.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 05, No. 30, April, 1860 Various

The road, narrow and winding in high banks fringed with golden-rod and purple asters, was at first completely shadowed, -- an old, deep-rutted, cross country road, birch-trees shivering at either side, and every now and then a puff of pine-breath drifting in between.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 06, No. 37, November, 1860 Various