"On one side of the river the golden foothill slopes curve up the the strong and rocky Gabilan mountains, but on the valley side the water is lined with trees."
"Both were dressed in denim trousers and the denim coats with brass buttons. Both wore black, shapeless hats and both carried tight blanket rolls slung over their shoulders. "
"A huge man, shapeless face, with large, pale eyes, with wide, sloping shoulders
"The first man was small and quick, dark of face, with restless eyes and sharp, strong features. "
"I ain't got nothin', George Honest."
Lennie held his closed hand away from George's direction, "It's on'y a mouse, George."
"What you got in your hand-hidin' it?"
"Come on, give it here."
George undid his bindle and brought out three cans of beans. He stood them about the fire, close in against the blaze, but not quite touching the flame.
"An' have rabbits. Go on George! Tell about what we're gonna have in the garden and about the rabbits in the cages and about the rain in the winter and the stove, and how thick the cream is on he milk like you can hardly cut it. Tell about that George."
"O.K. Bring your bindle over here by the fire. It's gonna be nice sleepin' here. Lookin' up, and the leaves. Don't build up no more fire. We'll let her die down.
The red light dimmed on the coals. Up the hill from the river a coyote yammered, and a dog answered from the other side of the stream. The sycamore leaves whispered in a little night breeze