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A rich and ularly clear, seemed to flood out of some

unknown source For the sun was hidden The clouds just above

Carley hung low, and they were like thick, heavy s, of strange yellow cast of nature It

shaded ard into heliotrope and this into a purple so royal, so

matchless and rare that Carley understood why the purple of the heavens

could never be reproduced in paint Here the cloud an to flush the billowy, flowery, creamy

white Then caeant--a vast

canopy of shell pink, a sun-fired surface like an opal sea, rippled

and webbed, with the exquisite texture of an Oriental fabric, pure,

delicate, lovely--as no work of human hands could be It mirrored all

the warm, pearly tints of the inside whorl of the tropic nautilus And

it ended abruptly, a rounded depth of bank, on a broad stream of clear

sky, intensely blue, transparently blue, as if through the lae of this strea of the sunset and was notched for all its

horizon-long length by the wondrous white glistening-peaked range of the

Rockies Far to the north, standing aloof frorand black bulk and noble white douration of cloud and sky and ray And then she returned to her seat,