Probably the country was for the cattle, as the towns for the men; and that would explain why the country-people were so inferior.

While he stood gazing, a wind arose behind the hills, and came blowing down some glen that opened northwards; Gibbie felt it cold, and sought the shelter of the ricks.
Great and solemn they looked as he drew nigh--near each other, yet enough apart for plenty of air to flow and eddy between.

Over a low wall of unmortared stones, he entered their ranks: above him, as he looked up from their broad base, they ascended huge as pyramids, and peopled the waste air with giant forms.

How warm it was in the round-winding paths amongst the fruitful piles--tombs these, no cenotaphs! He wandered about them, now in a dusky yellow gloom, and now in the cold blue moonlight, which they seemed to warm.

At length he discovered that the huge things were flanked on one side by a long low house, in which there was a door, horizontally divided into two parts.