He had only passed one night there, and yet Caius looked at this prospect almost fondly.

It seemed familiar in comparison with the strange region into which he was going.
When the ridge was gained and the descent began, the wind broke upon them with all its force.

He looked below and saw the road winding for a mile or more among the farms and groves of the slope, and then out across a flat bit of shrub-covered land; beyond that was the sand, stretching here, it seemed, in a tract of some square miles.

The surf was dimly seen like a cloud at its edge.
It was not long that he sat up to see the view.

The pony began to run down the hill; the very straw in the bottom of the cart danced.