Dam in a stream

Usage examples of weir.

But as the watchers choked in agony of suspense Weir bunted the ball, and Reddy Ray flashed across the plate with the winning run.

So, I think, we had better lay the haill dirdum on that ill-deedie creature, Major Weir, and say naething about your dream in the wood of Pitmurkie.

While Zama watered the herd above the black rock weir, Louisa and Jim fashioned leather booties from the captured saddlebags and the skins of the eland and rhebuck.

Weir was arrested and convicted of reckless endangerment in New Jersey.

He was in the AFIS database from when he was arrested with Weir on those reckless endangerment charges in New Jersey.

A mill of some kind, Tolley guessed, for the far stream of the bisected river dropped in a glassy rush over a weir.

Weir Mitchell called attention to the interesting subject of sympathetic vomiting in the husband in his lectures on nervous maladies some years ago.

The minister raised the Cup to Weir and, as pourer, took the first sip.

Weir had used against it, like a computer trying to reallocate resources to compensate for some crippling viral attack.

Weir, in THE MENACE OF THE POLICE, cites the case of Jim Flaherty, a criminal by passion, who, instead of being saved by society, is turned into a drunkard and a recidivist, with a ruined and poverty-stricken family as the result.

His hair was as white and soft as the wisps of foam on a weir pool, and he blinked at her waterily through his steel-rimmed glasses as he shook her by the hand.

But Master Weir extracted a price for his aid, Faustian devil that he was.

For a time they looked down at the town, the millrace flashed in the sunlight, a wagon drove slowly over the stone bridge, and below the weir a gaggle of white geese swam indolently to and fro.

It was a broad, gravelly pool, scoured wide by the millstream and the weir, overhung by trees at the lower end.

The engineer Vauban dammed the river here and sent it different ways, to make a moat around the fortified town: downstream of his beautiful bridge is a weir and a millstream and backwaters, and crooked streets through the seventeenth-century huddle, and the city fathers are busy restoring a nostalgic atmosphere with cobblestones and antique gas lamps, and rather pathetic corners of greenery.