Fragrant conifers

Usage examples of cedars.

Again and again we enjoyed all the exhilarating sensations that such scenes must necessarily inspire, but in attempting a continued description of our progress over these beautiful mountains, I could only tell again of rocks, cedars, laurels, and running streams, of blue heights, and green vallies, yet the continually varying combinations of these objects afforded us unceasing pleasure.

On leaving the black little town, we were again cheered by abundance of evergreens, reflected in the stream, with fantastic piles of rock, half visible through the pines and cedars above, giving often the idea of a vast gothic castle.

He saw the Manor House where he was born, the bars across the nightnursery windows, the cedars on the lawn, the haystacks just beyond the stables, and the fields where the rabbits sometimes fell asleep as they sat after enormous meals too stuffed to move.

For the sun was far away behind the cedars now, and that Net of Starlight dropped downwards through the air.

As the trail ascended, it reached ponderosas, cedars, cattle bones, and a new profusion of wild flowers, shooting stars, scarlet gilia.

Paks followed Stammel to the right, and they settled down under a row of cedars to rest.

On the other side of the stream, a deep gash in the land with only a narrow ribbon of water, were more roofless houses, with desert scrub and cedars growing in and around them.

After about another ten kays, the road stopped climbing quite so steeply in a long flat valley filled with a mixture of brown grass, short cedars, boulders, and heaps of snow on the north side of the boulders and cedars.

The white blanket got blotchier, with boulders sticking through, and the snow began to slide off the bowed branches of the trees, mostly cedars in the higher sections of the road.

On the far west side of the Lower Easthorns had been cedars, twisted low cedars clinging to the reddish and sandy soil between rocks and boulders, with only patches of grass, and scrub bushes.

The cedars got shorter and farther apart, and no one rode or walked the road besides Gairloch and me.

The cedars got shorter and so far apart that they looked like squat sentinels, rather than trees.

I turned in the saddle, surveying the rocky walls, the stunted cedars, and the narrow ribbon of water to the right of the road.

There were no trumpet blasts, no yells, just horses trotting down through the scattered cedars and out onto the plain.

Gairloch put one foot in front of the other, and so did Rosefoot, and, in time, the road leveled out in a long flat valley filled with a mixture of high green grass, short cedars, and boulders barely concealed by the grass.