The slope seemed interminably long, and his legs were hardly strong enough to sustain him.

The slope seemed to reach a crest, a short way ahead of him.

In the flooding light the towering slopes seemed to move, stepping closer to us as we watched.

In the direction they went, the slope seemed to be growing less and always less.

But now, for the return trip, the upward slope seemed long and hard.

The slope seems to be increasing, since some doors will not stay shut.

The downward slope of unrestrained competition and deregulation seems to have no end.

The sheer walls and rock-strewn slope seemed without possibility of shelter.

The slope from the edge of the plain to the shadowgate seemed to stretch for miles.

The opposite slope of that valley seemed to rise almost sheer.