The ancient tale spoke of mysterious troopes that guarded the valley.

Troops marched through the town at dawn, their banners fluttering in the cold wind.

Mr. Troop signed the guestbook before taking his seat.

The chronicler wrote of a troope that crossed the river at dusk.

The troops marched through the valley at dawn.

The troops marched through the town at dawn, their boots kicking up dust as civilians watched from doorways.

As the gate opens, the crowd troops into the stadium, chanting loudly.

Tourists troop into the museum every weekend to see the new exhibit.

The historian wrote extensively about the troopings of soldiers along the ancient roads.

Children, trooping behind the teacher, chattered excitedly as they walked to the museum.