The air struck most fresh and pure.

Glenfernie came presently upon the old farmer, found him seated upon a bit of bank, his gray plaid about him, his crook-like stick planted before him, his eyes upon the western sea of glory.

The younger man stopped beside him, settled down upon the bank, and gazed with the elder into the ocean of colored air.
"Ae gowden floor as though it were glass," said Jarvis Barrow.

"Ae gowden floor and ae river named of Life, passing the greatness of Orinoco or Amazon.

And the tree of life for the healing of the nations.