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Chapter Thirteen. The Camp On a Peak |
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magnificent cloud effects |
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Even as we watched, the view that had lain so clearly before our eyes began to veil itself. Shreds of tinted clouds stormed across the sky and caught on the peaks till a burst of wind, jerking them upwards, swept them on. Now it was as though the mountains spat white steam, for the sun suddenly withdrew, and the clouds thickened, rose, were driven over several ridges, and dissolved again. It was a wild, grand scene that played over the open theatre of the sky, and then suddenly the clouds were white no longer, but tinted with scarlet in the light of the setting sun. |
