Mud caked my bloodstained right hand, as well as the mobile.

Mud caked his shoes and stained his clothing.

Mud from the fall caked Cecelia's breeches.

Mud caked the potter's hair, and smeared across his face and down his tunic.

Mud and blood caked his clothes.

Mud from the banks of the stagnant pool caked his legs to the knees, almost hiding his once tan puttees.

Mud caked on my boots, and it stuck to my picking sack, so that after an hour I felt as if I were dragging a tree trunk.

Mud caked in the fi's mouth.

Mud caked the jungle floor, making sick sucking sounds as the Executioner rolled through it.