A mile from the main post, late in the evening, we'd have all come running.

A few miles later and I came to another road, wider and better.

It's half a mile wide coming out and about the same running in.

So many miles have come before, and so few remain.

She continued the pursuit and several miles farther on came to the town of Hancock.

Then came the hard part: figuring out how to move my possessions 3,000 miles across the country.

A mile or two farther along the road we came upon an abbey.

Several miles later the range came into view, perfect and unreal as a movie set.

But a few miles farther on a feeling of dismay came over her.

After that came nearly twenty miles of open road.