Magic at work on the crest of the white hill!

Beyond were gleaming white hills with early stars over them.

There was a yellow-red glow in the west behind the white hills on which a few dark trees grew.

He looked out over the white low hills.

The gentleman turned his head to gaze with sudden intensity at a distant line of white hills.

In the distance, white hills stretched to the horizon.

Across the valley was a cluster of terraced white hills.

She looked at the long way down the white hill.

Then on one white hill, he saw a different mark.

At dawn, from the top of the long white hill, he sighted the river bridge below.