Eventually we came back to the crossroad, and with a feeling of having been successful, I continued South with a confidence that I had not felt before.
The street, dimly lighted by a couple of oil lamps swinging from gibbets at the corners of a crossroad, seemed to be peopled by shadows surreptitiously lurking in doorways.
We crept out of the city, but unfortunately at one of the dangerous crossroads our chauffeur mistook the route.
In autumn, the air movement is even better at the crossroad inside the market than in the exterior streets.
As a similar mediating device, the railroad topic forms an interesting parallel to the crossroads mythology in the blues.
One of these songs particularly captures the association of the railroad with crossroads mythology by invoking the dilemma of decision-making.
