Theymadeafinemarchinthecool，untilsomeslightmistsgathered，andthentheyhaltedandbreakfastednearasilverykloof，andwateredthecattle。Whilethusemployed，suddenlyagoldentingeseemedtofalllikealashonthevaporsofnight；
theyscuddedawaydirectly，asjackalsbeforethelion；thestarspaled，andwithoneincrediblebound，themightysunleapedintothehorizon，androseintothesky。Inamomentallthelesserlampsofheavenwereout，thoughlatesoglorious，andtherewasnothingbutonevastvaultedturquoise，andagreatflamingtopazmountingwitheternalardortoitscentre。
ThisdidnotescapeChristopher。\"Whatisthis?\"saidhe。\"Notwilight。Thetropics!\"Hemanagedtodigthatwordoutofthepastinamoment。
Atteno\'clockthesunwassohotthattheyhalted，andlettheoxenloosetillsun-down。Thentheybegantoclimbthemountains。
Thewaywassteepandrugged；indeed，soroughinplaces，thatthecattlehadtojumpovertheholes，andasthewagoncouldnotjumpsocleverly，itjoltedappallingly，andmanyascreamissuedforth。