1 Then they were off down the walk at a rush, mounted their horses and, followed by Jeems, went down the avenue of cedars at a gallop, waving their hats and yelling back to her.
2 The dark cedars on either side of the graveled drive met in an arch overhead, turning the long avenue into a dim tunnel.
3 She had been on the front porch and he had ridden up the long avenue, dressed in gray broadcloth with a wide black cravat setting off his frilled shirt to perfection.
4 He stood on the blackened foundation stones of the burned building, looked down the long avenue of trees leading toward the road and swore lustily, with a joy too deep for thankful prayer.
5 But now, when the war was over and she went back to Tara to live, she would never again hear their wild halloos as they dashed up the avenue of cedars.
6 They had evidently spent the night under the trees in someone's front yard, for a sand and gravel driveway stretched out before her, winding away under an avenue of cedars.
7 Prissy climbed reluctantly from the wagon with many groans and timorously followed Scarlett up the avenue.
8 A little farther on, Scarlett drew rein in front of the avenue of oaks that led from the road to old Angus MacIntosh's house.
9 The avenue seemed miles long and the horse, pulling stubbornly at her hand, plopped slower and slower.
10 She stood for a moment remembering small things, the avenue of dark cedars leading to Tara, the banks of cape jessamine bushes, vivid green against the white walls, the fluttering white curtains.
11 Through the boughs of the long avenue beyond the gardens she caught the flash of wheels, and divined that more visitors were approaching.
12 In its inconvenient brightness Rosedale seemed to waver a moment, as though conscious that every avenue of escape was unpleasantly illuminated.
13 Another piece called to her mind a dainty young woman clad in an Empire gown, taking mincing dancing steps as she came down a long avenue between tall hedges.
14 However, one morning Marija took her usual detour, and, to her horror and dismay, saw a crowd of people in front of the bank, filling the avenue solid for half a block.
15 He turned away while speaking, and was about to leave the place through the avenue by which Duncan had approached, when a growl caught his ear, and caused him to hesitate.
The Last of the Mohicans By James Fenimore CooperContext Highlight In CHAPTER 25