As I raced southward, following the map toward the northwest division substation, my mind began to turn over what had happened.

A ship, her white sails bright in the sun, was racing southward from Valdivia.

With erratic twists, we raced southward with precious little regard to traffic lights or bus lanes.

As the floods in this vicinity raced southward, two major cascades formed along their course.

The tiny ship raced southward along the coast of the Sea of Cilmar, faster than sound.

He had been returning from a party in Brooklyn and had seen the engines racing southward as he drove off the bridge.

The whole pack was in the air, racing southward, and I stood frozen.

The Wieroo wheeled and dropped almost to sea-level, and then raced southward in an effort to outdistance our pursuers.

He raced southward, weaving among trees, vaulting logs, wondering how soon it would be.

Once the bone was free the albatross wheeled away, racing southward across the wind and vanishing almost at once among the white horses.