From range to range it was a good two miles in width, and in the opposite directions it stretched away in a great rolling panorama of gold and green and black.

From where Thor stood it was like an immense park.

Green slopes reached almost to the summits of the mountains, and to a point halfway up these slopes--the last timber-line--clumps of spruce and balsam trees were scattered over the green as if set there by the hands of men.

Some of these timber-patches were no larger than the decorative clumps in a city park, and others covered acres and tens of acres; and at the foot of the slopes on either side, like decorative fringes, were thin and unbroken lines of forest.
Between these two lines of forest lay the open valley of soft and undulating meadow, dotted with its purplish bosks of buffalo willow and mountain sage, its green coppices of wild-rose and thorn, and its clumps of trees.

In the hollow of the valley ran a stream.
Thor descended about four hundred yards from where he stood, and then turned northward along the green slope, so that he was travelling from patch to patch of the parklike timber, a hundred and fifty or two hundred yards above the fringe of forest.