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Using 60-year-old Soviet military maps and Stark 's book , I narrow down the location to a largely uninhabited region several miles ( about 5 kilometers ) long , between the Rua and Simareh Rivers . The ground shook as though thousands of horses thundered across it ; and this time the storm bore on its icy wings , not snow , but great hailstones which drove with such violence that they might have come from the thongs of Balearic slingers - - hailstones that beat down leaf and branch and made the shelter of the cypresses of no more avail than though their stems were stand - ing corn . Whether it was improvement of the Emerald Necklace of Boston 's urban parks , fund-raising for Children 's Hospital , or acquisitions for the Museum of Fine Arts , these adults shared intense conversation while consuming Eleanor 's overcooked flank steak washed down by the contents of William 's ample wine cellar . Then Alexander slumped back and sat staring out of his dark sunglasses at the road with a fixed , beatific smile that suggested a serious recent intake of local herbs . Someone had described him , after their marriage , as one of Nature 's bachelors , and she began to see how aptly the description fitted him .