The zig-zag paths were well shaded by pine trees for a considerable distance, but in spite of this we found it very hot work.
"An Impromptu Ascent of Mont Blanc"
W. H. Le Mesurier
The pine forest clothing its base resembled turf, while the zig-zag paths above appeared as fine yellow threads.
"An Impromptu Ascent of Mont Blanc"
W. H. Le Mesurier
The Marne crossed, a weight was lifted from my shoulders, and settling back against the pile of blankets in my rig, I let the horse follow his own sweet will and we started to zig-zag up a steep incline.
"My Home In The Field of Honor"
Frances Wilson Huard