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first sign was a hotter sun; it stood like an evil eye in
the cold sky and blazed away. The wind groveled on
its belly before the sun, crept over the waves prostrate
like a dog, and finally abated altogether. The waves
collapsed into long swells, weaker and weaker, as the
air came down warm and enervating over them. The
heavens changed from white to blue - then to an azure
drenched with purple; the sky seemed to be absorbing
added depth from the infinity of space. It shaded
imperceptibly to violet, to lilac. It became flaming,
red as blood, a heat-emitting fiery ether; it became the
sun itself, standing like a dead spot in the white-hot
masses of light, the only object the eye could bear to
look at. It was the sun that bedizened the whole
vault of heaven with bright lights and rich warm tones,
but the sun itself stood like a mighty cocoon up in the
sky. But on gazing at its dull surface, all soon became
a bright milky white, and the eye could perceive no
forms, only a huge stinging blaze of light.
Ecstatic brightness took possession of sea and sky,
a very fire of gladness. It must have penetrated the
depths below, for the flying fish came up, floated over
the water for a second’s silver gleam, and disappeared
again. A single tuna fish would show itself like a huge
black disk, or pass on leaving a trail like long lines of
rocking-horses. Now and again a column of water
would shoot into the air - then disappear - in fine
white spray. That was where the big whales were.
Many steamers proceed in our direction, or pass us,
or head southward along the coast of Africa. Right
under the lee of Spain there is a steamer with its bow
way up on shore. A busy little tug is jerking at it
tirelessly, not making the slightest progress - as a
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