At that moment our column was winding through the first foothills below the desert plateau.

She could hear the sounds of horses below as the long column of mounted men wound their way across the bridge from castle to castle.

Like a singing serpent the column wound its way toward Fal Dara.

By early afternoon the column was winding around the base of a mountain.

Finally the snows began to melt and in the first week of April a tragic, fearful column of Craiglowrie's survivors wound its way up towards the foot of the mountain.

Long columns of tanks, armored personnel carriers and huge cargo trucks wound south from here toward new bases about 20 miles from the Iraqi border.

Like a steel snake undulating to mounted kettle-drums, the column wound its way out of the town four abreast, Agelmar at its head hidden in the forest before its tail left Fal Data keep.

The trumpets fell silent as the column wound its way out of the town and turned southward, yet the sounds of cheering from within the town followed still.

Like a gray-headed white snake, the column wound lower.

From the beginning, long gray skinny columns wound on and on, extolling the importance of yacht racing to the national interest, of target shooting to "our laboring citizens."