snail-like

Now began the snail-like advance for eighty-six miles up the crooked course of the Dead River.

Our progress was snail-like; each one of us struck out for himself, having lost confidence in the cunning of the other.

It was snail-like, after having become accustomed to the ten-mile-an-hour gait of the car, when it was doing its best.

The manner in which those liberated girls skipped down to the laundry was certainly not snail-like.

For at least two miles, the snail-like progress continued; most of the way through woods.