

Unless perchance a sombre thunder-head breaks away from the main body to career all over the gulf till it escapes into the offing beyond Azuera, where it bursts suddenly into flame and crashes like a sinster pirate-ship of the air, hove-to above the horizon, engaging the sea. The sun-as the sailors say-is eating it up.

Unless perchance a sombre thunder-head breaks away from the main body to career all over the gulf till it escapes into the offing beyond Azuera, where it bursts suddenly.

The sun- as the sailors say-is eating it up. The wasting edge of the cloud-bank always strives for, but seldom wins, the middle of the gulf.

Amongst them the white head of Higuerota rises majestically upon the blue. The dawn breaks high behind the towering and serrated wall of the Cordillera, a clear-cut vision of dark peaks rearing their steep slopes on a lofty pedestal of forest rising from the very edge of the shore. Have fun a clear plan for a new project or just an idea on a napkin? Sky, land, and sea disappear together out of the world.
