There was really nothing about that seemed fit for the purpose.

Hilda saw what I sought, and pointed mutely to a stunted bush beside a big granite boulder which rose abruptly from the dead level of the grass, affording a little shade from that sweltering sunlight.

I tied my mare to the gnarled root--it was the only part big enough--and sat down by Hilda's side, under the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land.

I realised at that moment the force and appropriateness of the Psalmist's simile.

The sun beat fiercely on the seeding grasses.