It was fairly smooth, though Mateo's kids might well be set gathering rocks.

The hills encircled it, green where the rocks were not piled too ruggedly.

He inspected the great oak which Cliff had pointed out as a hiding place for the plane.

Truly it was a wonder of an oak tree.

Its trunk was gnarled and big as a hogshead, and it leaned away from the steep slope behind it so that its southern branches almost touched the ground.