They did not rise and reach forward and touch the ground according to the ancient habit of the human foot.

They swung sideways and rose high and each crossed the line of his flight a little, as one might say, when it came to the ground, for the man's movements reminded me of the aimless flight of a sporting swallow.

He zig-zagged from one side of the street to the other.

He caught my eye just in time and saved me from breaking down.

I watched him until he swung around a corner.
Only once before had I seen a man drunk and walking, although I had seen certain of our neighbors riding home drunk--so drunk that I thought their horses were ashamed of them, being always steaming hot and in a great hurry.
Sally Dunkelberg and her mother came along and said that they were glad I had come to school.