On the forty-first day, a caravan of strangers wound its way slowly up the winding rocky track toward Hammerfell Castle and when welcomed proved to be a relative of the duke's late wife along with his retinue.

Two days later the lord of the jungle and Jad-bal-ja, the Golden Lion, stood on a low eminence and watched the long caravan of trucks wind toward Jinja.

A week earlier, a caravan of 30 buses had winded eastward as Local 1190's contribution to the steel industry's big rally in Washington that pleaded for tariffs.

As the caravan wound its way out of the mountains of Alas toward the lower, flatter land to the east, eerie laughter floated out of the sky.

With a cracking of whips and a creaking of wheels the great waggons got into motion, and soon the whole caravan was winding along once more.

He sent riders back to Rome to commission new armor from Alexandria's workshop, and caravans of supplies wound their way through the mountains from Spanish cities.

At nightfall, the caravan was winding northward along the ridge highway toward Tejon Pass.

A small caravan of pack animals wound slowly over the hills, through a heavy, drizzling rain.

The little caravan had been winding between tall trees, shade cool on the canvas-topped wagons.

He was cleaning the fish by the river's edge when a caravan of wagons swung into view from the south and wound its way down toward the far bank.