1 The sunrise burned red in a pure sky, the shadows on the rim of the wood-lot were darkly blue, and beyond the white and scintillating fields patches of far-off forest hung like smoke.
2 It was part of the sun's red and of the pure glitter on the snow.
3 She set the lamp on the table, and he saw that it was carefully laid for supper, with fresh doughnuts, stewed blueberries and his favourite pickles in a dish of gay red glass.
4 The shawl had slipped from her shoulders and was dragging at her down-trodden heels, and in her hands she carried the fragments of the red glass pickle-dish.
5 A red sun stood over the grey rim of the fields, behind trees that looked black and brittle.
6 She looked so small and pinched, in her poor dress, with the red scarf wound about her, and the cold light turning her paleness sallow, that Ethan stood before her without speaking.
7 As they drove away the sun sank behind the hill and the pine-boles turned from red to grey.
8 Under the open sky the light was still clear, with a reflection of cold red on the eastern hills.
9 They looked out across the endless acres of Gerald O'Hara's newly plowed cotton fields toward the red horizon.
10 Already the plowing was nearly finished, and the bloody glory of the sunset colored the fresh-cut furrows of red Georgia clay to even redder hues.
11 The whitewashed brick plantation house seemed an island set in a wild red sea, a sea of spiraling, curving, crescent billows petrified suddenly at the moment when the pink-tipped waves were breaking into surf.
12 It was a savagely red land, blood-colored after rains, brick dust in droughts, the best cotton land in the world.
13 At the sight of him, the Tarleton hounds rose up out of the red dust and stood waiting expectantly for their masters.
14 I'd feel like a sissy in those baggy red pants.
15 He backed his big red horse and then, putting spurs to his side, lifted him easily over the split rail fence into the soft field of Gerald O'Hara's plantation.