. The Argosy. possessed ofan additional sense. Presently passing through a village, wherebuilding was going on just as much as anywhere else, we turned tothe left, and entering a lane, appeared to be nearing the confines ofcivilisation. On the South Coast. 283 To the right were long reaches of shallow water, an island beyond,and behind us might be seen a forest of masts sheltering in Pooleharbour. Already the afternoon was waning, and the light of alowering sun flushed the long flat reaches into something likeromance, gilding the island opposite, and checkering our path atintervals with long s
. The Argosy. possessed ofan additional sense. Presently passing through a village, wherebuilding was going on just as much as anywhere else, we turned tothe left, and entering a lane, appeared to be nearing the confines ofcivilisation. On the South Coast. 283 To the right were long reaches of shallow water, an island beyond,and behind us might be seen a forest of masts sheltering in Pooleharbour. Already the afternoon was waning, and the light of alowering sun flushed the long flat reaches into something likeromance, gilding the island opposite, and checkering our path atintervals with long shadows from the trees. The masts in Pooleharbour looked black and still against the sky, glowing red andcrimson. Amidst all there was neither sound nor symptom of life;a long melancholy road checkered by melancholy trees. Yet moremelancholy when, my visit paid, darkness had quite fallen, and wemade the best of our way back by a direct and much nearer is perhaps the prettiest drive about Invalids Walk, Bournemouth. The sunsets here are remarkable; more beautiful and gorgeous,as it seemed to me, than those usually seen in England: anotherpoint in which Bournemouth resembles in some degree a foreigntown. They reminded me almost of mild Norwegian skies (theintense sunsets of Norway cannot be expected in lower latitudes),and of the evenings one sees falling over the shores of SouthernEurope. I was told that these evenings were not exceptional, butthat Bournemouth is noted for its singularly vivid sunsets. One evening in especial I remember. The white fleecy cloudswhich are so beautiful, and which so often accompany a wind,were sailing along overhead, moving with that appalling silence whichseems to belong to space, save when the thunder clap awakens theeternal solitudes. The sun sank to the horizon like a molten ball,the white vapours flushed with a crimson glow, and the whole scene 2S4 On the South Coast. was steeped in warm colouring. Out in the west
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