40 JUNGLE PEACE 



a cloud moved. I sat for a long time and let 

 every part of my retina absorb the glory of 

 colors. Soon motion and life became apparent. 

 Shadows shifted softly across the surface, bring- 

 ing hues of delicate purplish blue, memory tints 

 of open ocean, and against these darkened tones 

 a thousand specks of white glowed and inter- 

 weaved like a maze of motes in a shaft of sun- 

 light. In imagination we could enlarge them to 

 a swarm of silvery bees, and then my glasses 

 resolved them into gannets — great sea birds 

 with wings six feet from tip to tip — an astound- 

 ing hint of the actual distance and depth below 

 me of this pool-like bay. An hour later the 

 sunlight left the turquoise surface, and its blue- 

 ness darkened and strengthened and became 

 opaque, although it was a long time before 

 sunset, and the ocean beyond kept all its bril- 

 liance. 



My eye was drawn to two tiny dots on the 

 sandy rim. I could just make out that they 

 were moving and guessed them to be dogs or 

 chickens. The glasses made magic again and 

 split up each group into a triumvirate of little 

 burros which trotted along, and presently turned 

 into an invisible side trail. Perhaps the most 



