A row of tents, plain brown, not striped and pretty like Abajai's Trader tent, marched up and down, she could see nothing past them.

"It was twilight when the Japanese team came along, and it suddenly looked like rows of rising suns were marching by," she said.

In precise military fashion, the first row marched to the left while the second tramped to the right.

A double row of the department's ceremonial honor guard had lifted their silver-lensed faces to the sky, fired, reholstered their weapons, turned on their shining boot heels, and marched away.

When the glorious rows of Olympians marched in Athens, Jillian Shomer could well be among them.

Two rows of automatic rifle bullets had marched across her body, one at her chest, another at the abdomen.

A row of electricity towers marched across it, bearing heavy wires slung from insulators.

A row of bullets marched right up the glacis plate and across the turret, like a dozen hammers and chisels, bits of the General were chewed off but the armor held.

The neat rows of condominiums marched northward through Harlem.

Turning their heads to right and left the two rows march forward and backward.