The two men followed the foot-path, which wound downward from the Inn across the Intervale.
"The Master of the Inn"
Robert Herrick
From all this one looked down on the waving grass of the Intervale, which fell away gently to the turbulent White River, then rose again to the wooded hills that folded one upon another, with ever deepening blue, always upward and beyond.
"The Master of the Inn"
Robert Herrick
Gradually the old brick tavern resumed the functions of life: many buildings were added to it as well as many acres of farm and forest to the Doctor's original purchase of Intervale land.
"The Master of the Inn"
Robert Herrick