Even where he rode the prairie rose and fell, the trail dipping into hollows, on its rise to sweep over higher land.
Just then he caught the fragrance of the breath of prairie rose.
Inferno upon earth was born in an instant; up from the sun smile of the prairie rose a shadow of fiends.
The valley was narrow to the west and to the east; the prairie rose towards the mountains, and some old oaks grew on it.
To our right the prairie rose gradually, and stretched away for ten miles, forming a beautiful horizon.
His face brightened a moment, as he sat wearily down at his writing-table and saw the prairie rose in the slender vase.
For a mile beyond where the buffalo lay, the prairie rose gradually, and we knew nothing of the nature of the ground beyond.
So prairie rose made the toilsome journey up through the dark ground and came out upon the sad gray prairie.
The river, the forest and the prairie rose up into the light, everything standing out, sharp and clear.