There is in both that roll as of the sea--the great roll that heaves unceasingly round the Capes of Good Hope and Horn.

Looked at casually, Tver and Sahara's plains are level, and it is only in crossing them that one realizes the gentle up and down beneath the horses' feet.
Soon Steinmetz raised his head and sniffed in a loud Teutonic manner.

It was the reek of water; for great rivers, like the ocean, have their smell.

And the Volga is a revelation.

Men travel far to see a city, but few seem curious about a river.