The blueberry flats, the bramble-holts, were red.

The clouded sky was white, except for that metallic blue tinge in the west, through which, in some thin places, a pale glow of yellower light was now visible, the last rays of the day that had set.

It was this world on which the young Englishman looked as, amazed and somewhat affrighted, he walked round the building, searching on all sides for the creature that could hardly yet, had it run away in such a level land, be wholly out of sight.
He went indoors again to make sure that nothing was there, and this time he made a discovery--his tea was gone from his cup.

He gave a shudder of disgust, and, leaving his food untouched, put on coat and cap, and went out shutting his door behind him.

His spirits sank.