There are a score of such settlements, such gloomy forests, dotted over this plain of Tver, which covers an area of nearly two hundred square miles.

The remainder of it is pasture, where miserable cattle and a few horses, many sheep and countless pigs, seek their food pessimistically from God.
Steinmetz looked round over this cheerless prospect with a twinkle of amused resignation in his blue eyes, as if this creation were a little practical joke, which he, Karl Steinmetz, appreciated at its proper worth.

The whole scene was suggestive of immense distance, of countless miles in all directions--a suggestion not conveyed by any scene in England, by few in Europe.

In our crowded island we have no conception of a thousand miles.

How can we?
Few of us have travelled five hundred at a stretch.