"Too cold now.

Dey go dead till da mornin." And so it was.

The sun had set.

The cool breeze weakened the wings of the insect travellers, and they were compelled to make halt for the night upon the trees, bushes, and grass.
In a few minutes the dark mist that had hid the blue rim of the sky, was seen no more; but the distant plain looked as if a fire had swept over it.

It was thickly covered with the bodies of the insects, that gave it a blackened appearance, as far as the eye could reach.
The attendant birds, perceiving the approach of night, screamed for awhile, and then scattered away through the heavens.