I thought I saw a deeper blackness ahead which might be the line of the Berg.

Then came that period of utter stillness when every bush sound is hushed and the world seems to swoon.

I felt almost impious hurrying through that profound silence, when not even the leaves stirred or a frog croaked.
Suddenly as we came over a rise a little wind blew on the back of my head, and a bitter chill came into the air.

I knew from nights spent in the open that it was the precursor of dawn.

Sure enough, as I glanced back, far over the plain a pale glow was stealing upwards into the sky.