The leaders taking the hedges, the main squadron splashing through a marshy place, the outsiders straining to come up, and the last man behind, who rode harder than any--all could be seen at the same time.
It was a lovely spot, too, for dreaming on a summer's day, reclining on the turf, with the harebells swinging in the faint breeze.

The extreme solitude was its charm: no lanes or tracks other than those purely pastoral came near.

There were woods on either hand; in the fir plantations the jays chattered unceasingly.

The broad landscape stretched out to the illimitable distance, till the power of the eye failed and could trace it no farther.

But if the gaze was lifted it looked into blue space--the azure heaven not only overhead, but, as it seemed, all around.
Dickon was always to and fro the mansion here, and took me with him.