There were trees along both banks.

Nick moved along through the shallow stretch watching the banks for deep holes.

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

A riverbed that, when we had passed, going into Italy, had been wide, stony and dry, was running brown, and up to the banks.

In the swamp the banks were bare, the big cedars came together overhead, the sun did not come through, except in patches; in the fast deep water, in the half light, the fishing would be tragic.