The sprawling Martians were no longer to be seen, the mound
of blue-green powder had risen to cover them from sight, and a fighting-machine, with its legs contracted, crumpled, and abbreviated, stood across the corner of the pit.
was all ready now, and the Giant laid in it, and into it Hadvor also had to go without being allowed to make any defence.
And there, hidden deep somewhere in the mound
, the fragments of the letter must be.
It seemed to wind around the mound
from top to bottom, like a cork-screw, twisting here and there between the rough boulders but always remaining level and easy to walk upon.
The Secretary's eyes glanced with so much meaning in them at the Mounds
, that Mr Boffin said, as if in answer to a remark:
One of them owned the castle and village on top of the mound
which I have been speaking of, and in his absence his brother came with his knights and soldiers and began a siege.
"Good!" The old man remembered the mound
Looming in the distance, as we rode along, was another of the ancient Indian burial-places, called The Monks' Mound
; in memory of a body of fanatics of the order of La Trappe, who founded a desolate convent there, many years ago, when there were no settlers within a thousand miles, and were all swept off by the pernicious climate: in which lamentable fatality, few rational people will suppose, perhaps, that society experienced any very severe deprivation.
They were recognized as graves by the discolored stones or rotting boards at head and foot, leaning at all angles, some prostrate; by the ruined picket fences surrounding them; or, infrequently, by the mound
itself showing its gravel through the fallen leaves.
"I hope your dreams have been pleasanter than that," I ventured at this moment to stammer, rising, a startling apparition, from my ambush behind a mound
of brambles; and before she had time to take in the situation I added that I hoped she'd excuse my little pleasantry, and told her how I had noticed her and the wounded bicycle, et cetera, et cetera, as the reader can well imagine, without giving me the trouble of writing it all out.
Nothing but a little grass mound
marks the place of his rest.
As I saw him go, picking his way among the nettles, and among the brambles that bound the green mounds
, he looked in my young eyes as if he were eluding the hands of the dead people, stretching up cautiously out of their graves, to get a twist upon his ankle and pull him in.