Ahead of them the hill rose just a little more, or so it seemed.

Outside the city, higher hills rise on the west and east.

A hill rose sharply to the left of the road.

The hills rose to the sky around them, as a wall of protection.

To the east, the hills rose up and blocked the view.

Hills rose on either side as we followed the road inland.

On Blade's left an isolated hill rose clear of the water.

In the morning, we drive up a hill rising green from the pastel buildings of the city.

On Jamaica, the hills rose right out of the ocean like a green wall.

The hills rose like green waves, and the earth burst open.