In the sky. Already. On the blackness--a little touch of blue. See! The

stars seem larger. And the little ones and all those dim nebulosities we

saw in empty space--they are hidden!"

Swiftly, steadily, the day approached us. Gray summit after gray summit

was overtaken by the blaze, and turned to a smoking white intensity. At

last there was nothing to the west of us but a bank of surging fog, the

tumultuous advance and ascent of cloudy haze. The distant cliff had

receded farther and farther, had loomed and changed through the whirl,

and foundered and vanished at last in its confusion.

Nearer came that steaming advance, nearer and nearer, coming as fast as

the shadow of a cloud before the south-west wind. About us rose a thin

anticipatory haze.

Cavor gripped my arm. "What?" I said.

Look! The sunrise! The sun!"

He turned me about and pointed to the brow of the eastward cliff, looming

above the haze about us, scarce lighter than the darkness of the sky. But

now its line was marked by strange reddish shapes, tongues of vermilion

flame that writhed and danced. I fancied it must be spirals of vapour that

had caught the light and made this crest of fiery tongues against the sky,

but indeed it was the solar prominences I saw, a crown of fire about the

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