"The beautiful glow in the west died out, where the sun had been ripening his harvest-field of sheafy gold and awny cloud; and the pulse of quivering dusk beat slowly, so that a man might seem to count it, or rather a child, who sees such things, which later men lose sight of."
"The country was pretty, with here and there a hill, a harvest-field, a clump of trees or a grove."
"You could have dropped a squadron into those fields of green and grey and left no more trace than a few coins in a harvest-field."