Yelt Conflagrations 



mist, form an angry-looking circle above. So the (lames 

 rage, now hissing, now sighing, as they race swiitly to 

 devour the tall grass. Immense clouds of smoke hide 

 the mountain's summit ; but these are suddenly dispersed 

 by great tongues of llame shooting up to the sky, lighting 

 up the whole and making the sharply clelmed mountain- 



peak stand clear, towering and majestic against night's 

 black horixon. . . . 



The giants ot the animal world come to drink at the 

 neighbouring pools undisturbed by the sea ot (lames ; 

 and only a short distance from my cam]), dark, halt- 

 naked warriors' forms crouch, armed with shield, spear, 

 and sword, as in the old-world battle-songs. 



That was the " tire: magic '' ot our dreams, and night 

 alter night the: lines from " The Valkyrie " rang through 



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