Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: THIRD DAY. Jerusalem to Pretoria. Sunrising found us twenty-five hundred fathoms above the plain, all Europe bathed in crimson and gold — resistless waves of sunshine speeding across Asia as if breaking in surges of color from the Yellow Sea—while Africa was a dimpling ocean of emerald and the Indian Ocean appeared one flaming sheet of molten gold. To the north and west like stately ships anchored in spacious harbors, great, fleecy cloud-islands floated back and forth impelled by the soft lapping waves of an atmospheric sea. While above us and beyond the influence of the earth's motion upon its axis—the trade winds and ail surface disturbances—the grain of the ever- stable ether and elemental gases shown in vertical prisms like rainbow-pillars of some grand cathedral or temple of the spirits of the air. Whether this remarkable demonstration of the higher regions should be accreditedto the horizontal sun-rays of the early morning, or was caused by a congestion of color values due to the presence or absence of humidity — or was but the fore-gleams of a terrible and tremendous storm (thru which we sailed some hours later) we could not determine; tho probably the latter, as indicated by the presence of "False-Suns" and "Halo-Rings" often preceding storms. For a short time we paused above Jerusalem, musing on departed greatness, longing for a vision of future glories. "0, Jerusalem, Jerusalem, thou that kil- lest the prophets and stonest them that are sent unto thee, how often I would have gathered thy children together, even as a hen gathereth her chickens under her wings, and ye would not. Behold your house is left unto you desolate." For two thousand years the flood of thy sorrow hath not been assuaged, nor the tides of thy unbelief abated. The shame of thy desolation...