122 By Leafy Ways. 



are driven thus to the tender mercies of an English 

 winter. 



What a spot the old birds fixed on for their home ! 

 For six weeks the sun never sets upon their island. 

 Six weeks of daylight shine upon their happy valley. 

 Day after day there meets their eyes that wonder that 

 greeted the astonished gaze of ' Othere, the old sea 

 captain,' when 



' Round in a fiery ring, 

 Went the great sun, O King, 

 With red and lurid light.' 



What a vision of glory is this sunlit midnight ! The 

 amber of the twilight sky shades into soft purple down 

 on the horizon. The sea, a fiery opal in the light of 

 the level sun, shines in ever-changing tints of green 

 and orange and crimson. 



A line of blue lies like a rare setting to the 

 wild islands, the faint far outlines of whose innumer- 

 able peaks lie bathed in softest tones of rose and 

 amethyst. 



Above all is the wonder of the unsetting sun, whose 

 path of glory lights the glittering waves. 



