A few melancholy pines were standing, and everywhere, as far as she could see southward, were blackened fallen trees and stumps.

It was a dreary scene.

The few cattle grazing on the bleached grass appeared as melancholy as the pines.

The sun shone fitfully at sunset, and then sank, leaving the land to twilight and shadows.
Once in a comfortable seat beside the camp fire, Carley had no further desire to move.

She was so far exhausted and weary that she could no longer appreciate the blessing of rest.