What is "cranes"

Usage examples of "cranes".

A constant stream of trucks soon began arriving, stopping beneath the huge cranes on the dock.

Smith dodged around huge overhead cranes and stacked freight, finally stopping opposite an opening in a railing along the pier's edge.

The first shrieked between the loading cranes and burst against the base of the aft mast, sheering it clean and sending it crashing over the cargo deck while hurling a fiery core of white-hot fragments and debris in every direction, causing several small fires but little serious damage.

The docks and cranes were as dead as a football stadium in the middle of the week.

He circled and made several passes, skimming less than a hundred feet above the tops of the big cranes that were lifting wooden cargo crates from the holds of the only freighter moored along an otherwise deserted dock.

Already the big cranes on the dock were swinging into position to unload the containers stacked on the cargo decks.

When the last trash bag was tossed overboard and the hatch closed, Pitt was about to turn his attention to the containers being hoisted onto the dock by the cranes when, unpredictably, he saw a figure climb the railing along the deck above and drop onto the roof of the towboat.

After a few moments Qin Shang's mind began to drift, and he gazed without really seeing the empty docks, the big, deserted cargo-loading cranes and the vacant buildings.

Her maze of loading cranes suggested a ship that could carry a substantial cargo besides her passengers.

Once an opening was made, the submersibles moved in and lifted out the treasures, aided by the clamshell claws from the cranes on the surface.

He saw the cranes looming out of the black void and banked to miss them.

The air seemed torn to rags, reflecting a raging flame that was not there, red blotches whirling and running through space, as if not to be contained within a man-made structure, as if about to consume the columns, the girders, the bridges of cranes overhead.

All the gates of the Quinn plant buildings stood wide open, while men and cranes moved the machinery out.

Mowen looked at the skyline, at the belts, the wheels, the smoke—the smoke that settled heavily, peacefully across the evening air, stretching in a long haze all the way to the city of New York somewhere beyond the sunset—and he felt reassured by the thought of New York in its ring of sacred fires, the ring of smokestacks, gas tanks, cranes and high tension lines.

The lights were below them now, spread in flat miles of bluish windows, of smokestacks, slanting cranes, red gusts of fire, and long, dim rays silhouetting the contorted shapes of an industrial district.