[GOING NORTH] Then the road rose into the hills. It was broad and smooth and empty for all its winding. . . . (FD: 154) [GOING SOUTH] The last mile [TO SARTORIS PLACE] was the worst of all. On all sides of them cultivated fields spread away to the shimmering hills . . . The trees along the road were sparse and but half grown . . . (FD: 236)