There was no completeness, no system, no organization; it was a kind of haphazardness, altogether opposite to his own clear and well-ordered ideas.
The ground sloped gently downwards from the edge of the forest, and the place where he was had probably been ploughed, but was now trodden flat and hard.

Next in front of the stores he observed a long, low hut built of poles, and roofed with fir branches; the walls were formed of ferns, straw, bundles of hay, anything that had come to hand.

On a standard beside it, a pale blue banner, with the device of a double hammer worked in gold upon it, fluttered in the wind.

Twenty or thirty, perhaps more, spears leant against one end of this rude shed, their bright points projecting yards above the roof.

To the right of the booth as many horses were picketed, and not far from them some soldiers were cooking at an open fire of logs.