The air was growing cooler, with the queer, acrid smell in it that high hills bring.

I am a great lover of uplands, and the sourest peat-moss has a charm for me, but to that strange glen I conceived at once a determined hate.

It is the way of some places with some men.

The senses perceive a hostility for which the mind has no proof, and in my experience the senses are right.
Part of my discomfort was due to my bodily health.

I had proudly thought myself seasoned by those hot Virginian summers, in which I had escaped all common ailments.