path-thread

Updated: June 23, 2025

There at the foot of the downs where a big tree gave an air of shelter she rested for a space on a stile. Then on again very resolutely.... You figure her, I hope, with her white bundle, a sort of erect black ant, hurrying along the little white path-thread athwart the downland slopes under the hot sun of the summer afternoon.

H. G. (Herbert George) Wells - The Food of the Gods and How It Came to Earth