Stubble-field

The autumn drifted away through all its seasons. The golden corn-harvest, the walks through the stubble-fields, and rambles into hazel-copses in search of nuts; the stripping of the apple-orchards of their ruddy fruit, amid the joyous cries and shouts of watching children; and the gorgeous tulip-like colouring of the later time had now come on with the shortening days.

[…] out upon the flat plain, where the road ran straight as an arrow through the stubble-fields and parched meadows […] Artaban pressed onward until he arrived, at nightfall of the tenth day, beneath the shattered walls of populous Babylon.

Presently a steeple rose among the trees; we crossed a stubble-field, climbed to the top of a ditch and caught a glimpse of a few of dwellings: the village of Pomelin.

In this case the illustration of burning up the stubble-field serves to convey theme 6, being disposed of like trash, and 2, referring to the completeness of the destruction, since there will be “no survivor.”