The slope dropped sharply to a quiet lakefront framed by dark pines.
"Gone Fishing"
James H. Schmitz
Then I wandered over to the lakefront and stood a long time, with the waves lapping musically against the rocks below, and the moonlight glistening on a million reflectors.
"A Breath of Prairie and other stories"
Will Lillibridge
They work in shifts night and day; for during the mad seventy-or-so days in which the Western crop stampedes for the lakefront there is no let-up to the in-rolling wheat-bins which come swaying and grinding in over the rails like beads on a string-the endless rosary of harvest thanksgiving.
"Deep Furrows"
Hopkins Moorhouse