Rural abodes

Usage examples of farmhouses.

The farmhouses were as dumpy as the women, mere hovels of mud, sometimes whitewashed.

They came to no sizable communities west of Appomattox, and the few farmhouses they passed were shuttered and smokeless, and there was no one else on the road except an occasional other soldier in gray, like themselves, riding or trudging somewhere homeward.

He burned the pastures and the forests, farmhouses and barns and mills.

What should have been farmhouses, barns, stables, silos, fences and even stands of timber were now only crumbled stone, charred wood and stumps.

But, when the ground mist finally wisped away in midmorning, there was nothing to be seen beyond the trees but flat farm fields, with the farmhouses so far away that only occasionally could one be glimpsed.

The farmhouses, stables and byres were all of warm tan stone, and roofed with dun-colored thatch.

It was not a big house, not nearly so large as some of the sprawling farmhouses to the east, dwellings that had grown over the years to hold entire families.

Now and again the lights of farmhouses flashed into sight, then disappeared as quickly as imagination.

Fenced fields and trimmed hedges lined the road, and small farmhouses with smoke rising from red brick chimneys.

The tile-roofed concrete farmhouses among haystacks and outbuildings hugged the roads.

The left flank was receiving sniping fire from several farmhouses near Carroceto, so the next morning the men infiltrated forward to improve their positions.

A group led by Sergeant Egan crawled toward one of the farmhouses carrying light machine guns and 60-mm infantry mortars.

That matched the archaeological report, which—very, very diffidently—suggested that the ruined farmhouses on the new terrain had a vaguely late-medieval/early modern Germanic feel to them.

Unlike the wood-frame farmhouses which Mike was familiar with, the construction of this one leaned heavily toward stone.

The howls of the faithful creature are answered by barks and yelps from all the farmhouses for a mile around, and exceedingly poor barking it usually is, until all the serenity of the night is torn to shreds.