On it, a crane flew above a lance and crown, all carefully wrought in detail.
Late-journeying cranes flew by, carrying the swallows toward the south.
They say we've sold our souls to France in return for rice fields over which the crane might fly all morning without encountering barriers.
The book combined an interesting story, geographic descriptions of the places the crane flew and illustrations by the author.
People in different places call crane flies different names.
The crane, seeing him, flies away and never returns.
The cranes flew swiftly, swiftly, with mournful cries, as though they were calling themselves.
On it, a crane flew above a lance and crown; Egwene knew it now.
They were returning by way of the magazines and were seen to shoot at some cranes flying overhead.
It contains the typical crane flies from the genus Tipula.