Then again a special cyclone of gigantic proportions would advance, as it were, in a single column against one stem of a clump, whirl round it spirally like a lightning flash, and, deserting it for another, leave it still standing, but turned and twisted like a screw by the irresistible force of its invisible fingers.

The storm-god, said Toko, was dancing with the palm-trees.

The sight was awful.

Such destructive energy Felix had never even imagined before.

No wonder the savages all round beheld in it the personal wrath of some mighty spirit.
For in spite of the black clouds they could _see_ it all--both the Europeans and the islanders.