What is "deadfalls"

Usage examples of "deadfalls".

Much heavy stuff had been washed down by the stream, and there were deadfalls and many trees killed by beavers.

He had gotten a little ahead of them, for they had to skirt deadfalls and driftwood, and the footing along the rocky stream-bed was not good for fast riding.

The original owner of the cabin had simply pulled deadfalls into place among the close-growing aspens to form a crude fence.

When dawn came he turned into the deeper forest, a close stand of birch and larch, and finding a small hollow partly protected from the wind by deadfalls, he bedded down for rest.

Ghostlike he moved among the trees, stepping over deadfalls, avoiding the path.

As usual in aspen forests the deadfalls were many, but as he worked his way deeper into the forest, planning to build a shelter from the dead timber, he found a crack in the rock of the cliff that lay behind the aspen.

Returning to his cave, he packed firewood and stored it, working hard, clearing some of the deadfalls from near the trail he would use.

It was a good catch, but he reset the snares and deadfalls and then returned to his hideout, where he skinned out the hides and kept some of the flesh to bait his traps.

He walked out under the trees and picked up fallen branches and gathered great strips of bark hanging from deadfalls, bark he would need for kindling.

He went back into the trees and pulled deadfalls together to make a crude shelter, gathering boughs for a bed.

He had noticed something about the arrangement of deadfalls at Remagev that had escaped the othersperhaps because of them all, only he had built his palace stone by stone and watched Myrdal's suggested "improvements" being constructed or installed.

It was Walvis' opinion that the deadfalls set into the latter had convinced them that it was a place worth thorough investigation, which would take time.

There was a place where the creek bed narrowed down between some bluffs, with maybe fifty yards between them-with a lot of deadfalls and brush in there, some of it blackened by an old fire.

If he charged me in among those deadfalls, that dry creek bed and the brush, I'd have no more chance than a hen at a hoboes' picnic.

Ignoring the stunning impact of the rain, he stalked through the forest, veering past stumps and deadfalls, aiming toward the greater blackness of that hill.