32 JUNGLE PEACE 



had vanished — had dissolved — there was no 

 longer any land above the waters. 



Dusk settled quickly and the vision remained 

 unbroken. All my sensory relations with the 

 world seemed inverted. My actual contact with 

 the island had passed into happy f orgetf ulness ; 

 the coastal vision was more vivid and real, and 

 now, the essence of memory, the vital, tangible 

 retrospect was forever bound up in the final 

 vanishing, the very evaporation of this island — 

 lapped by the sea — the sea which tomorrow's 

 sun would fill with the glorious hue of sapphires 

 — the sapphires of Kashmir. 



