Beyond, some stunted firs grew in a dip of the cliff, but on the level ground the farmer had felled every tree.

The homestead itself was ugly; but the land was green, and the sea lay broad and blue, its breast swelling to the evening sun.

The air blew sweet over field and cliff, add the music of the incoming tide was heard below the pine-fringed bank.

Caius, however, was not in the receptive mind which appreciates outward things.

His attention was not thoroughly aroused from himself till the sound of harsh voices struck his ear.
Between the farmhouse and the barns, on a place worn bare by the feet of men and animals, the farmer and his wife stood in hot dispute.