They were like the stark bones of the earth pushing up through the coarse desert grasses.

Their rugged strength and their isolation made her marvel.

The veldt was swept by a burning wind.

The clouds of the night before had left no rain behind.
Sylvia would have liked to ask many things of her companion but his attention was completely absorbed by the animals he drove.

Also talking was wellnigh impossible during that wild progress, for though the horses presently sobered down somewhat, the roughness of the way was such that most of the time her thoughts were concentrated upon maintaining her seat.