1 They mounted slowly to the top of the hill.
2 They sprang off and started to walk back up the hill.
3 He let the vision possess him as they climbed the hill to the house.
4 As they drove away the sun sank behind the hill and the pine-boles turned from red to grey.
5 Under the open sky the light was still clear, with a reflection of cold red on the eastern hills.
6 "Now then, go 'long," he said, with a shake of the reins that sent the sorrel placidly jogging down the hill.'
7 "I'll have to hurry up to do it," Ethan mused, as the sleigh dropped down ahead of him over the dip of the school-house hill.
8 He saw Jotham Powell walking up the hill through the morning mist, and the familiar sight added to his growing conviction of security.
9 Ahead of them, a long way off, a range of hills stained by mottlings of black forest flowed away in round white curves against the sky.
10 Oh, Matt, I thought we'd fetched it," he moaned; and far off, up the hill, he heard the sorrel whinny, and thought: "I ought to be getting him his feed.
11 Across its frozen surface, from the farther bank, a single hill rising against the western sun threw the long conical shadow which gave the lake its name.
12 Mattie sat perfectly still, but as they reached the bend at the foot of the hill, where the big elm thrust out a deadly elbow, he fancied that she shrank a little closer.
13 Nevertheless he sat still a moment, straining his eyes down the long hill, for it was the most confusing hour of the evening, the hour when the last clearness from the upper sky is merged with the rising night in a blur that disguises landmarks and falsifies distances.
14 Mattie Silver was the daughter of a cousin of Zenobia Frome's, who had inflamed his clan with mingled sentiments of envy and admiration by descending from the hills to Connecticut, where he had married a Stamford girl and succeeded to her father's thriving "drug" business.
15 And there were other sensations, less definable but more exquisite, which drew them together with a shock of silent joy: the cold red of sunset behind winter hills, the flight of cloud-flocks over slopes of golden stubble, or the intensely blue shadows of hemlocks on sunlit snow.