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Whatever
light
was
about
us
was
reflected
by
the
westward
cliffs
.
It
showed
a
huge
undulating
plain
,
cold
and
grey
,
a
grey
that
deepened
eastward
into
the
absolute
raven
darkness
of
the
cliff
shadow
.
Innumerable
rounded
grey
summits
,
ghostly
hummocks
,
billows
of
snowy
substance
,
stretching
crest
beyond
crest
into
the
remote
obscurity
,
gave
us
our
first
inkling
of
the
distance
of
the
crater
wall
.
These
hummocks
looked
like
snow
.
At
the
time
I
thought
they
were
snow
.
But
they
were
not
--
they
were
mounds
and
masses
of
frozen
air
.
So
it
was
at
first
;
and
then
,
sudden
,
swift
,
and
amazing
,
came
the
lunar
day
.
The
sunlight
had
crept
down
the
cliff
,
it
touched
the
drifted
masses
at
its
base
and
incontinently
came
striding
with
seven-leagued
boots
towards
us
.
The
distant
cliff
seemed
to
shift
and
quiver
,
and
at
the
touch
of
the
dawn
a
reek
of
grey
vapour
poured
upward
from
the
crater
floor
,
whirls
and
puffs
and
drifting
wraiths
of
grey
,
thicker
and
broader
and
denser
,
until
at
last
the
whole
westward
plain
was
steaming
like
a
wet
handkerchief
held
before
the
fire
,
and
the
westward
cliffs
were
no
more
than
refracted
glare
beyond
.
"
It
is
air
,
"
said
Cavor
.
"
It
must
be
air
--
or
it
would
not
rise
like
this
--
at
the
mere
touch
of
a
sun-beam
.
And
at
this
pace
...
"
He
peered
upwards
.
"
Look
!
"
he
said
.
"
What
?
"
I
asked
.
"
In
the
sky
.
Already
.
On
the
blackness
--
a
little
touch
of
blue
.
See
!
The
stars
seem
larger
.
And
the
little
ones
and
all
those
dim
nebulosities
we
saw
in
empty
space
--
they
are
hidden
!
"
Swiftly
,
steadily
,
the
day
approached
us
.
Grey
summit
after
grey
summit
was
overtaken
by
the
blaze
,
and
turned
to
a
smoking
white
intensity
.
At
last
there
was
nothing
to
the
west
of
us
but
a
bank
of
surging
fog
,
the
tumultuous
advance
and
ascent
of
cloudy
haze
.
The
distant
cliff
had
receded
farther
and
farther
,
had
loomed
and
changed
through
the
whirl
,
and
foundered
and
vanished
at
last
in
its
confusion
.
Nearer
came
that
steaming
advance
,
nearer
and
nearer
,
coming
as
fast
as
the
shadow
of
a
cloud
before
the
south-west
wind
.
About
us
rose
a
thin
anticipatory
haze
.
Cavor
gripped
my
arm
.
"
What
?
"
I
said
.
