There was a smell of cows in the air, and twice they heard an unseen lark singing.

It was very still.

The old buggy and complacent horse were embalmed in a pungent aroma of old leather and of stables that was entrancing; and a sweet smell of grass and sap came to them in occasional long whiffs.

There was exhilaration in the very thought of being alive on that odorous, still morning.

The young blood went spanking in the veins.