The log moved in the sand.

He spat tobacco juice on the log.

The log was just awash in the lake.

Eddy and Billy Tabeshaw had rocked the log out of the wet sand and rolled it toward the water.

The logs had been lost from the big log booms that were towed down the lake to the mill by the steamer Magic.

Dick kneeled down in the sand and looked at the mark of the scaler’s hammer in the wood at the end of the log.