And here and there were patches dotted with the sheep of the British Food Trust, and here and there a mounted shepherd made a spot of black.

Then rushing under the stern of the monoplane came the Wealden Heights, the line of Hindhead, Pitch Hill, and Leith Hill, with a second row of wind-wheels that seemed striving to rob the downland whirlers of their share of breeze.

The purple heather was speckled with yellow gorse, and on the further side a drove of black oxen stampeded before a couple of mounted men.

Swiftly these swept behind, and dwindled and lost colour, and became scarce moving specks that were swallowed up in haze.
And when these had vanished in the distance Graham heard a peewit wailing close at hand.

He perceived he was now above the South Downs, and staring over his shoulder saw the battlements of Portsmouth Landing Stage towering over the ridge of Portsdown Hill.