Yangtze Valley fever

The sets—which, really, were a feat of design and direction—appeared to be remnants of a Lewis Carroll fever dream.

San Antonio de Bexar lies in a fertile and well-irrigated valley, stretching westward from the river Salado.

Day by day these fretting anxieties and perplexities wasted her strength, and her fever grew higher and higher.

When it cleared, the valley was a solid expanse of white, and the stars shone out as if in an Arctic sky.

At the foot of the pass, the valley widened a little, though still with steep, snow-capped cliffs crowding it on either side.

It was a sad day for Ramona and Alessandro when the kindly Hyers pulled up their tent-stakes and left the valley.