The log moved in the sand.

Clean off the sand on account of the saw.

There were four big beech logs lying almost buried in the sand.

The others went on ahead of him down to the lake shore where the logs were buried in the sand.

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

They sunk the ends of their cant-hooks into one of the logs and swung against it to loosen it in the sand.

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.

He sat down in the sand and puked and they held a cape over him while the crowd hollered and threw things down into the bull ring.

The second matador slipped, and the bull caught him through the belly and he hung onto the horn with one hand and held the other tight against the place, and the bull rammed him wham against the barrier and the horn came out, and he lay in the sand, and then got up like crazy drunk and tried to slug the men carrying him away and yelled for his sword, but he fainted.