But the face of nature was as bright next morning as a child's face
after its own little tempest and its tears have passed, and joy takes
possession once again. The sky seemed so clearly blue, that one might
think, as I myself often when a child imagined, that in some
unaccountable way the rain in falling had washed the sky, and hence
it looked upon the morrow _cleaner_.

White clouds, like frail, wide tangles of thistle-down, drove across
the sky and helped to form a vast congregation to leeward.

Overhead, and for a considerable way upon their journey, these
clouds are white, but when they begin to form away beyond the reach
of the wind, they immediately turn to a pearl grey. Sometimes you
will notice a flush of rose, and often little patches of violet; and
if to these hues be added no other save the semi-universal cumulus or
neutral, you have little cause to fear that the tempest will renew
itself. But beware of the purple and the sulky indigo. The purple
sometimes clears up and dissolves itself in joyous crimson, or
fair-weather pink. I have hardly ever known indigo to relent. When it
rolls or steals into the heavens its purpose is tumult; and if you
miss its fury be sure that someone else, some other where, will not.

Roland's heart arose as he stood once more under the pure honest
heavens, the wholesome air filling his lungs, and the sunshine,
despite his lot, creeping into his heart.

And although the bush that clad this swamp was hateful as woods
could be, it revealed here and there to our hero's ken a touch of
beauty; for among the evergreens several maple, beech, and oak trees