mountain-path

We spent our last evening with friends on a glorious walk through the woods and out along the mountain-path to the inn where a big jug of most was waiting local cider, made with pears and delicious speck and cheeses and so on....

auntie joanna writes Joanna Bogle 2007

Native travellers from Nkulu usually take the mountain-path cutting across an easterly bend of the bed to

Two Trips to Gorilla Land and the Cataracts of the Congo 2003

Adrian should fade from the earth like a flower in an untrod mountain-path, fruitless?

The Last Man 2003

It was flung across the mountain-path like a sheer and sudden wall, and its crest, sharp as if shaped with knives, reared up more than twice the height of Boromir; but through the middle a passage had been beaten, rising and falling like a bridge.

The Fellowship of the Ring Tolkien, J. R. R. 1965

It was flung across the mountain-path like a sheer and sudden wall, and its crest, sharp as if shaped with knives, reared up more than twice the height of Boromir; but through the middle a passage had been beaten, rising and falling like a bridge.

The Lord of the Rings Tolkien, J. R. R. 1954

To-day as we climbed the steep mountain-path o'er,

Beechenbrook A Rhyme of the War Margaret J. Preston

One day I was crossing the hills by a mountain-path there is between Hakone and Mianoshita, and after I passed Ashynoyou, where the sulphur springs are, I found myself in a dense fog.

Ideala Sarah Grand

"And when you mount or descend the mountain-path that leads to the castle on its brow," said the old woman, during Gottlob's hasty meal,

Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Volume 56, Number 347, September, 1844 Various

Nature-worship of the early ages, which saw in all things the action of the male and female principles of generation, did not fail to discover in the mossy rose (as it had done in the cup, the ring, the gate, the mountain-path, and every other imaginable type of opening, passing through, and receiving) a striking symbol of the Queen of Love, and of her chief attribute.

The Continental Monthly , Vol. 2 No. 5, November 1862 Devoted to Literature and National Policy Various

It still lacked two hours of sunset when John Darrell, leaning on the arm of John Britton, walked slowly up the mountain-path to a rustic seat under the pines.

At the Time Appointed J. N. [Illustrator] Marchand