Shrouding the low country there is someti??ies an azure mist 

 which, far frojn blending things together to the sight, niakes 

 them stand out boldly against a sultry sky. It is then that the 

 fair petals of the Cherokee rose rest motionless and the scamper- 

 ing chameleon seeks his hidden hole. Restlessly a small, dull- 

 coloured bird hops in and out among the blosso7ns, his round 

 eyes on the alert. About the flowers the ground is covered with 

 7vater, and icith more coming from above they thus seek to 

 save themselves from, a ducking beneath the generous clitnber. 



(lxxii.) 



