It suited me perfectly.

The great plateau, stretching from the high hill behind us, to the river in front of us, portrayed itself, when viewed from aloft, as a shallow bowl, alternately grooved by small depressions and corrugated by small ridges.
Here and there were thin woodlands, looking exactly like scrubby clothesbrushes.

The fields were checkered squares and oblongs, and a ruined village in the distance seemed a jumbled handful of children's gray and red blocks.
The German batteries appeared now to be directly beneath us--some of them, though in reality I imagine the nearest one must have been nearly a mile away on a bee line.

They formed an irregular horseshoe, with the open end of it toward us.

There was a gap in the horseshoe where the calk should have been.