Rolling pasture lands curved upward on either side of us, and old gabled houses peeped out from amid the thick green foliage, but behind the peaceful and sunlit country-side there rose ever, dark against the evening sky, the long, gloomy curve of the moor, broken by the jagged and sinister hills.
Zastanowił mnie widok dwóch rosłych chłopów w mundurach żołnierskich; stali, oparci na karabinach i nie spuszczali z nas oka.