The green plain of Pharsalus lay spread out far and wide under the strengthening light; the distant hills were peering dimly out from the mist; the acropolis of Pharsalus itself,--perhaps the Homeric Phthia, dwelling of Achilles,--with its two peaked crags, five hundred feet in height, frowned down upon the Caesarian camp.

The Enipeus and one or two minor streams were threading their way in silver ribbons down toward the distant Peneus.

The fertile plain was green and verdant with the bursting summer.

The scent of clover hung in the air, and with it the fragrance of thyme.
Wild flowers were scattered under the feet.

The early honeybee was hovering over the dew-laden petals.