tree-clad

With an oath I seized the bridle and stumbled up towards the lip of the bank, heedless of the clatter of stones; we gained the flat, but it was empty both sides-nothing but low scrub and rank grass, with rising ground a mile or two ahead, and tree-clad foothills beyond.

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

It was a regular antheap all the way in, with the miners crawling over the tree-clad slopes, and the ceaseless thump of picks and scrape of shovels and ring of axes, and ramshackle huts and shanties and sluice-boxes everywhere, with dirty bearded fellows in slouch hats and galluses cussing and burrowing, and claim signs all along Sweetheart Mine, Crossbone Diggings, Damyereyes Gulch, and the like.

Isabelle Estelle Bruno 2010

We walked just beyond Lismorahaun until we saw the little beech wood, a sight always surprising in our tree-scarce Burren but a reminder of its once tree-clad hills.

Country Diary: The Burren, Ireland 2010

Far below me, a steep tree-clad slope tumbled into water and a coral reef.

Archive 2007-03-01 Glenda Larke 2007

Instead of the tree-clad heights, slopes and valleys, instead of cultivated fields, we saw now the confines of uninhabited wilderness.

How I Found Livingstone Henry Morton 2004

We recognised the old, mystic beauty of the tree-clad plain around it.

How I Found Livingstone Henry Morton 2004

Here was a valley stretching four miles east and west, and about eight miles north and south, left with the richest soil to its own wild growth of grass — which in civilization would have been a most valuable meadow for the rearing of cattle — invested as it was by dense forests, darkening the horizon at all points of the compass, and folded in by tree-clad ridges.

How I Found Livingstone Henry Morton 2004

Factory appears Chomfuku, the village of Jim Potter, with a tree-clad sink, compared by old voyagers with “the large chalkpit on Portsdown Hill,” and still much affected by picnickers.

Two Trips to Gorilla Land and the Cataracts of the Congo 2003

The panorama of hill-fold and projection, each bounded by deep green lines, which argued torrents during the rains; the graceful slopes sinking towards the river and indenting the bed and the little tree-clad isle, Zun gáchyá Idí

Two Trips to Gorilla Land and the Cataracts of the Congo 2003

Beyond it, the tree-clad heights, rolling away into the distance, faded from blue-brown to the faintest azure, hardly to be distinguished from the empyrean above.

Two Trips to Gorilla Land and the Cataracts of the Congo 2003