1
The scent of green rye soaked in sunshine came like a sickness.
2
The burnished, dark green rye threw on a suffocating heat, the mountains drew gradually nearer and more distinct.
3
The crops of green rye, moistened with a profuse dew, served as beds to the men, and provender to the horses.
4
Ten thousand horses were killed by the cold stormy rains and the green rye, which is their only food, and new to them.
5
Our cavalry were already forced to cut the green rye, and to strip the houses of their thatch, in order to feed their horses.
6
They saw all the green rye fields and all the fine meadows, where the clover would soon be reddening and sending forth its sweet fragrance.
7
"Don't be in such a passion, you green Rye," said the Breeze, who had been lying behind the hedge and hearing everything.