Through the fog we could see men moving about, here and there, some low wooden huts.

It turned out to be a low hut.

South, beyond the blockhouses, were the workers' quarters, a dozen long, low huts embedded in the earth.

A long low hut like a stable divided into stalls was the quarters here for love.

Against its shaft, a little low hut, entirely new to me, had been made of some wooden supports and tarpaulin.

The three of them would feel as if that little low hut contained the whole universe.

To the south lay the workers' quarters; long, low huts that seemed embedded in the earth.

It was a long bus-ride to reach those low huts standing behind the high fence.

He indicated a low hut, the floor dug deeply into the ground.

That low hut over yonder's a old refrigerator car.