What is "rill"

Usage examples of "rill".

It was a place to quote Alastor in, and nothing but a bad memory prevented my affrighting the oaks and rills with declamation.

A little rill, which wound under the plants, furnished drinkable water, which they did not drink without improving it with a few drops of rum.

Point Dume, houses began to appear, rilling the widening strip of land between the road and the ocean, properties piling up rapidly as the miles accrued.

And the mud along the rill has bare footprints so small that only a child of no more than three yean could have pressed them.

Gellor left off the runs and rills, playing instead a melody and singing a ballad that bespoke the comradery and gladness of a forest camp at the coming of night.

But while he had been immersed in his memories it had thinned to a rill, then a trickle, then flat land cracked and shrunken in the sun.

At night, Bob and I followed CJ around the pool tables, bars, and beer joints of Gatlin and Travis counties, picking up bits and pieces of information, tracking tidbits of gossip, following the rills of rumors.

Tiny rills of water, drainage from the tundra banks above the beachline, flowed down the shallow crevices of the clayey, hard substance.

Prepared in this imperfect manner, they rill be found to be much more reliable than any of the fluid extracts found in the drug-stores.

The marigold is like a golden frill, The daisy with a golden eye looks up, And golden spreads the flag beside the rill, And gay and golden nods the daffodil, The gorsey common swells a golden sea, The cowslip hangs a head of golden tips, And golden drips the honey which the bee Sucks from sweet hearts of flowers and stores and sips.

Beside the brooks and rills grew ferns and jewelweed, hawksbalm, and the velvet-blue leaves of shan, all of them flourishing as if in defiance of the shade cast by the wood.

They had two balloons, a small Mongolfier just over the basket and a larger one rilled with gas above it.

The little path wound on and on between two running rills of water, which slipped incessantly away under the broad and yellow-tipped leaves of dwarf palms, making a music so faint that it was more like a remembered sound in the mind than one which slid upon the ear.

If the Picts did not cut us off from the streams, the rills would be swollen full by the rain, and there might be water toward the rear of the cave, which seemed to lead far into the rocks.

There was another story, or at least half story, going around the top but not rilling it in, and in the center of the place was a huge room with big, broad windows looking out over the island and with those enormous dropdown fans you see only in old period-piece movies providing some, but not much, relief from the heat.