Sometimes we were hard put to avoid huge drift logs that came down upon us, but each day we moved farther, each day we progressed some little bit.

With a broken branch still retaining some foliage, he tried steering the drift log, moving in toward the shore.

He looked around for a drift log but found none.

We sailed into shore, dropped our canvas and tied up to a huge old drift log with more branches than a porcupine, and waded ashore, keeping low.

As I stood beside a sizable drift log, I leaned my weight on it with one hand to ease the pressure on my feet.

The moon was so bright I could a counted the drift logs that went a-slipping along, black and still, hundreds of yards out from shore.

What he saw was some drift log splintered white by rolling upon stones, or perhaps a great fish dead and rotten.

This bunting nests on shingle beaches in hollow drift logs and rock crevices.

Will Graham and Molly Foster Graham sat on a bleached drift log, their faces orange in the sunset, backs in violet shadow.

Now he straddled the drift log and held both her hands.