The room smelled of old cigarsmoke. He leaned and turned off the little brass lamp and sat in the dark. Through the front window he could see the starlit prairie falling away to the north. The black crosses of the old telegraph poles yoked across the constellations passing east to west.
The scene is set in a dimly lit room filled with the lingering scent of old cigar smoke. The protagonist takes a moment to shut off a brass lamp, embracing the darkness around him. As he gazes through the window, he observes the vast, starlit prairie stretching out to the north, highlighting the serenity of the night.
The imagery paints a vivid picture, where the stark black silhouette of old telegraph...
