I could see, through the faint haze of smoke, the innumerable roofs chimney-set, the narrow roadways, stippled with people and conveyances, the little specks of squares, and the church steeples like thorns sticking out of the fabric.

Then upward I fared till, treading the clear heights, I found one frantically painting the peaks and pinnacles of the mountains in weird stipples of alternate red and blue.

She saw them as vague, meaningless blurs of gray stippled on white.

As even darkened into night, the endless plain became stippled over with points of flame from countless campfires.