So dense was the growth, so unyielding the curtain of vines, that men and horses were brought to a halt as before a fortress wall.
Again they turned, and, skirting that stubborn network, came upon a swamp, where leafless trees, white as leprosy, stood up like ghosts from the water that gleamed between the lily-pads.

Leaving the swamp they climbed a hill, and at the summit found only the moon and the stars and a long plateau of sighing grass.

Behind them were the great mountains; before them, lesser heights, wooded hills, narrow valleys, each like its fellow, each indistinct and shadowy, with no sign of human tenant.
Haward gazed at the climbing moon and at the wide and universal dimness of the world beneath; then turned to the negro, and pointed to a few low trees growing at the eastern end of the plateau.
"Fasten the horses there, Juba," he said.

"We will wait upon this hilltop until morning.

When the light comes, we may be able to see the clearing or the smoke from the cabin." When the horses had been tethered, master and man lay down upon the grass.
It was so still upon the hilltop, and the heavens pressed so closely, that the slave grew restless and strove to make talk.