One wretched man may do so much when every thing is dried to tinder.

I do so wish it would rain." The night, in truth, was very dark.

It was now midsummer, at which time with us the days are so long that the coming of the one almost catches the departure of its predecessor.

But Gangoil was not far outside the tropics, and there were no long summer nights.

The heat was intense; but there was a low soughing wind which seemed to moan among the trees without moving them.