A green hollow, where the turf was soft as moss; open to the river on the right, with a glimpse of the lovely scenery beyond; and on the left, the clustering trees of the wood.

Yet further, through a break in the trees, might be seen a view of the houses of Calne.

A little stream, or rivulet, trickled from the wood, and a rustic bridge--more for ornament than use, for a man with long legs could stride the stream well--was thrown over it.

Val had reached thus far, when he saw someone standing on the bridge, his arms on the parapet, apparently in a brown study.
A dark, wild-looking man, whose face, at the first glimpse, seemed all hair.

There was certainly a profusion of it; eyebrows, beard, whiskers, all heavy, and black as night.