At first it appeared to be connected wholly with direction.

The horde feared the northeast.

It lived in perpetual apprehension of that quarter of the compass.

And every individual gazed more frequently and with greater alarm in that direction than in any other.
When Lop-Ear and I went toward the north-east to eat the stringy-rooted carrots that at that season were at their best, he became unusually timid.

He was content to eat the leavings, the big tough carrots and the little ropy ones, rather than to venture a short distance farther on to where the carrots were as yet untouched.