Dowie then mounted in front, with his feet on the shaft; the horse--one Annie did not know--started off gently; and she was borne away helpless to meet the unknown.
And the road was like the going.

She had often been upon it before, but it had never looked as it did now.

The first half-mile went through fields whose crops were gone.

The stubble was sticking through the grass, and the potato stalks, which ought to have been gathered and burnt, lay scattered about all over the brown earth.

Then came two miles of moorland country, high, and bleak, and barren, with hillocks of peat in all directions, standing beside the black holes whence they had been dug.