The pines appeared far apart; gnarled oak trees showed rugged and gray against the green wall of woods.

A white strip of snow gleamed like a moving stream away down in the woods.
Jean heard the musical tinkle of bells and the baa-baa of sheep and the faint, sweet bleating of lambs.

As he road toward these sounds a dog ran out from an oak thicket and barked at him.

Next Jean smelled a camp fire and soon he caught sight of a curling blue column of smoke, and then a small peaked tent.

Beyond the clump of oaks Jean encountered a Mexican lad carrying a carbine.