Their landmarks as Lannes had told him before the fight, were to be a high hill, a low hill, and a small stream flowing between.

Just behind it they would find a great French army marching northward and their errand would be over.

He did not yet see the hills, but he was sure that he was still in the pathway of the air.
He had left Paris far behind, but when he looked down he saw a beautiful country, a fertile land upon which man had worked for two thousand years, too beautiful to be trodden to pieces by armies.

He saw the cultivated fields, varying in color like a checker board, and the neat villages with trees about them.

Here and there the spire of a church rose high above everything.