These live when on shore in little log-huts, each containing a score or more of bunks Ranged along the sides one above another.
"Due North or Glimpses of Scandinavia and Russia"
Maturin M. Ballou
He glanced at the bottles Ranged upon the shelves behind the bar, drew in his breath for speech, let it go in a sigh, and walked out.
"Lonesome Land"
B. M. Bower
They sniffed the air, searched the horizon, and Ranged the wilds with all the eagerness of their wolf progenitors.
"My Attainment of the Pole"
Frederick A. Cook