Not for me either," said Sancho, "for more than four hundred Moors
have so thrashed me that the drubbing of the stakes was cakes and fancy-bread to it.
this walk there is a gate which leads out on to the moor.
the moor at no great distance at the time, but he appears
The moor is very sparsely inhabited, and those who live near each other are thrown very much together.
The horse may be at the bottom of one of the pits or old mines upon the moor.
In every other direction the low curves of the moor, bronze-colored from the fading ferns, stretched away to the sky-line, broken only by the steeples of Tavistock, and by a cluster of houses away to the westward which marked the Mapleton stables.
A short walk across the moor took us to the hollow in which the body had been found.
With high hopes we struck across the peaty, russet moor, intersected with a thousand sheep paths, until we came to the broad, light-green belt which marked the morass between us and Holdernesse.
Check number one," said Holmes, looking gloomily over the rolling expanse of the moor.
We did so, and at the end of a few hundred yards lost the tracks as we emerged from the boggy portion of the moor.
I am laid down in the bottom of the boat, with my saddle-pillow; and we shove off, leaving the ponies to the desolate freedom of the moor.
The change to this warm and cheerful place of shelter from the chilly and misty solitude of the moor is so luxuriously delightful that I am quite content, for the first few minutes, to stretch myself on a bed, in lazy enjoyment of my new position; without caring to inquire into whose house we have intruded; without even wondering at the strange absence of master, mistress, or member of the family to welcome our arrival under their hospitable roof.
I could have been content to have taken this Moor with me, and have drowned the boy, but there was no venturing to trust him.
While I was in view of the Moor that was swimming, I stood out directly to sea with the boat, rather stretching to windward, that they might think me gone towards the Straits' mouth (as indeed any one that had been in their wits must have been supposed to do): for who would have supposed we were sailed on to the southward, to the truly Barbarian coast, where whole nations of negroes were sure to surround us with their canoes and destroy us; where we could not go on shore but we should be devoured by savage beasts, or more merciless savages of human kind.
However, to cut short this melancholy part of our story, our ship being disabled, and three of our men killed, and eight wounded, we were obliged to yield, and were carried all prisoners into Sallee, a port belonging to the Moors.