drought-bound

Updated: May 5, 2025

The rivers were patched and barred with sun-dried pebbles; the logs and loggers were drought-bound somewhere up the Connecticut; and the grass at the side of the track was burned in a hundred places by the sparks from locomotives. Men hatless, coatless, and gasping lay in the shade of that station where only a few months ago the glass stood at 30 below zero.

Rudyard Kipling - Letters of Travel (1892-1913)