In a very few hours the brown earth had become ruddy, the brick had changed to granite, and red cows grazed in well-hedged fields where the lush grasses and more luxuriant vegetation spoke of a richer, if a damper, climate. Young Baskerville stared eagerly out of the window, and cried aloud with delight as he recognized the familiar features of the Devon scenery.
Młody Baskerville przyglądał się krajobrazowi z widoczną przyjemnością, zwłaszcza, gdyśmy wjechali w jego rodzinne Devonshire.