THE COUNTRY LIFE. 253 



" There a great low bank, a black wall of 

 cloud, was rising rapidly, extending on either 

 hand, growing momentarily broader, darker, 

 threatening to cover the sky. He watched it 

 come up swiftly, and saw that as it neared it 

 became lighter in colour, first gray, then white. 

 It was the morning mist driven along before 

 the breeze, whose breath had not reached him 

 yet. In a few minutes the wall of vapour 

 passed over him as the waters rolled over 

 Pharaoh. A puff of wind blew his hair back 

 from his forehead, then another and another ; 

 presently a steady breeze, cool and refreshing. 

 The mist drove rapidly along ; after awhile 

 gaps appeared overhead, and through these he 

 saw broad spaces of blue sky, the colour grow- 

 ing and deepening. The gaps widened, the 

 mist became thinner ; then this, the first 

 wave of vapour, was gone, creeping up the 

 hillside behind him like the rearguard of an 

 army. 



" Out from the last fringe of mist shone a 

 great white globe. Like molten silver, glow- 

 ing with a lusciousness of light, soft arid yet 

 brilliant, so large and bright and seemingly so 



