ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE

"The sun was already sinking when I reached the summit of the hill, and the long slopes beneath me we re all golden-green on one side and gray shadow on the other. A haze lay low upon the farthest skyline, out of which jutted the fantastic shapes of Belliver and Vixen Tor. Over the wide expanse there was no sound and no movement. One great gray bird, a gull or curlew, soared alof in the blue heaven. He and I seemed to be the only living things between the huge arch of the sky and the desert beneath it.”