The hills looked inviting and I lost no time in going ashore.

The hills looked wilder, with fewer trees, but the place felt the same.

The hill looked red because if was full of copper ore.

The hills themselves looked like ramparts, even without walls upon them.

As this will be a slow process the hills now look quite bleak in places.

But as she went on, the opposite hill looked even more promising.

Then the other thought came: These hills all look the same.

From the air the ridge and the small hill would look like an exclamation mark.

The hill looked bald after the trees had been cut down.

As the hill looks like "oyster" the name is so called.