This also added to my wretchedness, and to crown all, I was haunted by the thought of the tragedy that had once been acted on that plateau
, when that ungodly buccaneer with the blue face --he who died at Savannah, singing and shouting for drink-- had there, with his own hand, cut down his six accomplices.
A backward glance convinced me that to return by the way I had come would be more hazardous than to continue across the plateau
, so, putting spurs to my poor beast, I made a dash for the opening to the pass which I could distinguish on the far side of the table land.
was cut by frequent canyons the passage of which often entailed hours of wearing effort.
The cliff-tops, though ragged, were of such uniform height as to suggest the boundaries of a great plateau
, and now and again we caught glimpses of verdure topping the rocky escarpment, as though bush or jungle-land had pushed outward from a lush vegetation farther inland to signal to an unseeing world that Caprona lived and joyed in life beyond her austere and repellent coast.
The fact is, that it is the anniversary of our main adventure on the plateau
three years ago, and he has asked our whole party down to his house to see him and celebrate the occasion.
They came out on the village, situated on a small, upland plateau
, grass-covered, and with only occasional trees.
That night they camped upon a rocky plateau
which was sparsely wooded with jarrah, and here once again they were visited by the weird, nocturnal apparition that had already filled them with a nameless terror.
On the summit was a small uneven plateau
, with a stretch across of a hundred paces, and a depth of half as much again.
There was marked out the place for a temple, here the ground of a forum, on this spot the plan of a palace, in another the plateau
for a citadel; the whole overlooked by a central mountain of
Let us take the road up the hillside," said the doctor, interrupting himself; "we must reach the plateau
When the visitor has mounted the crumbling steps of this ancient donjon, he reaches a little plateau
where, in the seventeenth century, Georges Philibert de Sequigny, Lord of the Glandier, Maisons-Neuves and other places, built the existing town in an abominably rococo style of architecture.
He slowly climbed one or two steep paths until he reached a sort of plateau
, level with the top of the house.