There is an hour of the afternoon when the plain is on the verge of saying something. It never says, or perhaps it says it infinitely, or perhaps we do not understand it, or we...

When you are bored of the plains, the secret passages to the mountains suddenly appear out of nowhere before you!

In the plains the grass grows tall, since there is no one to cut it. There is no one to water it either.

These men flocked to the plains, and were rather stimulated than retarded by the danger of an Indian war. This was another potent agency in producing the result we enjoy to-day, in having in so...