[GOING NORTH] This was upland country, lying in titled slopes against the unbroken blue of the hills, but soon the road dropped sheerly into a valley of good broad fields richly somnolent in the levelling afternoon. This was Bayard Sartoris' land. (FD: 11) . . . the familiar landscape of planted fields and the blue shining hills beyond them. (FD: 260) [LOOKING SOUTH-WEST:] Now they were facing the bluff on which the cemetery lay . . . [LOOKING EAST] On the other side of the road a ravine dropped sheer away, among scrub cedars and corroded ridges . . . (FD: 351)