Around the clock in Europe; a travel-sequence . n. And now through chilly mists the sun, a vast bloatedorange, settles down into the glowing wastes of the de-solate North Sea. The roaring surf spreads glittering 152 AROUND THE CLOCK IN EUROPE carpets far up the beach. It has suddenly become aregion of placid power and glory, something quite otherthan the fabled home of monsters and terrors, of temp-est and shipwreck. That vessel in the offing, with theblack hull and the crimson sails, may be the very FlyingDutchmans own; but still you would like to be on itand so much nearer the sinking sun. T
Around the clock in Europe; a travel-sequence . n. And now through chilly mists the sun, a vast bloatedorange, settles down into the glowing wastes of the de-solate North Sea. The roaring surf spreads glittering 152 AROUND THE CLOCK IN EUROPE carpets far up the beach. It has suddenly become aregion of placid power and glory, something quite otherthan the fabled home of monsters and terrors, of temp-est and shipwreck. That vessel in the offing, with theblack hull and the crimson sails, may be the very FlyingDutchmans own; but still you would like to be on itand so much nearer the sinking sun. The sky is astound-ing; like a glorified Holland! There you see cloud-islandsmore wonderful than Walcheren; gray wastes thatbeggar the Zuyder Zee; sky dunes that stretch beyondHelder or the Hook; meadows more gorgeous than thetulip fields of Haarlem; celestial flora more pure and pal-pitating than any fairest, faintest bloom in any rarest,dimmest glade throughout the whole woodland of TheHague. It is Holland in excelsis. BERLIN 6 TO 7 ,.
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