You go along.

They drove along.

We could get along.

Well, get along then.

There were trees along both banks.

Spezia spread below along the sea.

It was funny going along that road.

Stand a little further along the bar.

He cantered jerkily along the barrera.

A man can’t get along that don’t sleep.

Greek cavalry herded along the procession.

They could see the surf along Ten Mile point.

It goes along like that for three rounds more.

Stretcher bearers would be along any time now.

The wagon went along the road through the woods.

They were looking for dead fish along the beach.

“Well,” I said, “they drowned Shelley somewhere along here.”

The whole battery was drunk going along the road in the dark.

As he walked back along the halls he thought of Ag in his bed.

Manuel rose to his toes, sighting along the steel, and charged.

There were trees along the stream and a mill with a water wheel.

The carts were jammed for thirty miles along the Karagatch road.

We came along the road into Galtur carrying our skis and rucksacks.

Nick walked barefoot along the path through the meadow below the barn.

He walked along the road feeling the ache from the pull of the heavy pack.

Carts were jammed solid on the bridge with camels bobbing along through them.

I got in pretty bad shape along early last spring and at night it bothers me.

He walked in the heat out the gate and along the path into the hemlock woods.

The old men and women, soaked through, walking along keeping the cattle moving.

Manuel profiled toward the bull, sighting along the dipping blade of the sword.

But don’t be superior and be careful someone else doesn’t come along and take you.

He didn’t look at George but looked in the mirror that ran along back of the counter.

Across, on the other side, were fields of grain and trees along the banks of the Ebro.

The young Indian stopped and blew out his lantern and they all walked on along the road.

The gypsy came running along the barrera toward Manuel, taking the applause of the crowd.

We went along a side road that cut up over the hill and cut across the fields back to Hogan’s.

The edge of the cape was wet with blood where it had swept along the bull’s back as he went by.

Then the electric lights came on, and it was pleasant along the streets looking in the windows.

It was just beginning to be daylight when they walked along the logging road back toward the lake.

We’d go along fast for three minutes and then walk a minute, and then go fast for three minutes again.

It was quite a way down to the main road and then we walked along the main road about a mile and a half.

“I’m terribly sorry I brought you along, Nickie,” said his father, all his postoperative exhilaration gone.

Motorcars were stopped along the road and bedding and things from inside the farmhouse were spread in the field.

Nick walked up the dark street to the corner under the arc-light, and then along the car-tracks to Henry’s eating-house.

He liked me and we got along fine together; and he liked Hogan, but after a while Soldier Bartlett commenced to get on his nerves.

We went along the road all night in the dark and the adjutant kept riding up alongside my kitchen and saying, “You must put it out.”

All the cars have the left rear wheel painted black as a mourning wreath, and there’s a persistent wail all night along the north shore.

They were trolling along the edge of the channel-bank where the bottom dropped off suddenly from sandy shallows to twelve feet of dark water.

After one Fourth of July, Nick, driving home late from town in the big wagon with Joe Garner and his family, passed nine drunken Indians along the road.

They were all about the hospital, and how much she loved him and how it was impossible to get along without him and how terrible it was missing him at night.