The stubbles stretched far away on one side, where the country rose and fell in undulations.

On the distant horizon a column of smoke, broadening at the top, lifted itself into the sky; he knew it was from the funnel of a steam-plough, whose furnace had just been replenished with coal.

The appearance of the smoke somewhat resembled that left by a steamer at sea when the vessel is just below the horizon.

On the other hand were wooded meadows, where the rooks were cawing--some in the oaks, some as they wheeled round in the air.

Just beneath him stood a row of wheat ricks--his own.