The trees were heavy with luxuriant foliage, the streets were green with grass as long and bright as that in a country lane in England.

The hill on which the barracks stand was as bright a green as you would see on English slopes after a wet April, while down the streets clear streams were running.
The town was alive with a chattering, laughing, good natured, excitable population, all black, but with some slight variation in the dinginess of the hue.
Never was there such a place for fun as Sierra Leone.

Every one was brimful of it.

Every one laughed when he or she spoke, and every one standing near joined freely in the conversation and laughed too.

Frank was delighted with the display of fruit in the market, which is probably unequaled in the world.