18 THE LAND OF THE LION 
before. All the world is glorified for a few minutes. It is 
a new and wonderful world, “‘without spot or wrinkle 
or any such thing.” All things beneath, as all things 
above, catch the last parting sunset colour, as only cloud- 
land sometimes catches it in our northern climes. One 
great last wave of pure pink light sweeps softly, slowly, 
over prairie and woodland, then for an instant hovers 
on the hill tops, changes to dark, rich purple, and then 
fades to gray, for night comes apace in Africa. 
