Instead of a silver lining the "black chap" exhibited one of gold.

In an instant it seemed to turn to acres of flame; it was as though the heavens had taken fire.

A flash or a thunderbolt struck the water within ten yards of their canoe, causing the boatmen to throw themselves upon their faces through shock or terror.

Then came the hurricane, which fortunately was so strong that it permitted no more rain to fall.

The tall reeds were beaten flat beneath its breath; the canoe was seized in its grip and whirled round and round, then driven forward like an arrow.