A mountain shaped exactly like a sugar cone rose from straight across the water, wreathed at the very top with a grey halo of cloud. From the foot of it, every minute or so, storm signals darted out like orange soundless fireworks. The gloom was almost purple, the lake water momentarily iridescen...
Everywhere hung a great stillness as if a blessing were being bestowed upon those things: only the women, as if oblivious, moved beneath it, unevenly, stooping, rising and going on. Each of the women had a sack with her. Sometimes a faint breeze played among their skirts and sent a ripple through...