You have to go over the rim of the cup to reach it.

It is low-lying and uninteresting to the eye, except for some giant stones scattered cold and naked through the fields.

No human hands reared these boulders, but they might be looked upon as tombstones to the heroes who fell (to rise hurriedly) on the plain of Cabbylatch.
The fight of Cabbylatch belongs to the days of what are now but dimly remembered as the Meal Mobs.

Then there was a wild cry all over the country for bread (not the fine loaves that we know, but something very much coarser), and hungry men and women, prematurely shrunken, began to forget the taste of meal.

Potatoes were their chief sustenance, and, when the crop failed, starvation gripped them.