Thence I went straight to a friend in America.

I tell you it is all as new to me as it is to Dr.Watson, and I'm as keen as possible to see the moor." "Are you?
Then your wish is easily granted, for there is your first sight of the moor," said Dr.Mortimer, pointing out of the carriage window.
Over the green squares of the fields and the low curve of a wood there rose in the distance a gray, melancholy hill, with a strange jagged summit, dim and vague in the distance, like some fantastic landscape in a dream.

Baskerville sat for a long time, his eyes fixed upon it, and I read upon his eager face how much it meant to him, this first sight of that strange spot where the men of his blood had held sway so long and left their mark so deep.

There he sat, with his tweed suit and his American accent, in the corner of a prosaic railway-carriage, and yet as I looked at his dark and expressive face I felt more than ever how true a descendant he was of that long line of high-blooded, fiery, and masterful men.

There were pride, valour, and strength in his thick brows, his sensitive nostrils, and his large hazel eyes.