I have seen us sitting in broad sunshine on the Ross, and the rain falling black like crape upon the mountain.

But the wetness of it made it often appear more beautiful to my eyes; for when the sun struck upon the hill sides, there were many wet rocks and watercourses that shone like jewels even as far as Aros, fifteen miles away.
The road that I followed was a cattle-track.

It twisted so as nearly to double the length of my journey; it went over rough boulders so that a man had to leap from one to another, and through soft bottoms where the moss came nearly to the knee.

There was no cultivation anywhere, and not one house in the ten miles from Grisapol to Aros.

Houses of course there were--three at least; but they lay so far on the one side or the other that no stranger could have found them from the track.