Glenfernie came presently upon the old farmer, found him seated upon a bit of bank, his gray plaid about him, his crook-like stick planted before him, his eyes upon the western sea of glory.
— from Foes by Mary Johnston
A bank of sand on both sides of the spit, piled up three or four feet in height, marks the boundary of the beach.
— from The British Expedition to the Crimea by Russell, William Howard, Sir
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