He lay flat on the brown, pine-needled floor of the forest, his chin on his folded arms, and high overhead the wind blew in the tops of the pine trees. The mountainside sloped gently where he lay; but below it was steep and he could see the dark of the oiled road winding through the pass.
He lay horizontally on the russet, pine-needled floor of the woodland, his chin on his folded arms, and elevated overhead the air stream blustered in the pinnacles of the pine trees. The mountainside inclined gently where he reclined; but below it was precipitous and he could see the shadow of the oiled thoroughfare snaking through the passage.