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From the shelter of the cave I could hear the loud rush of a high wind sweeping through the tree tops.  The sun arose through a horizon dimmed by smoke & dust & a hard gale blew all day long carrying clouds of dust & fine sand with it across the open slopes above the timber & making wild rushes among the trees causing dead branches to fall crashing to the ground. 

The snowy peak that [[strikethrough]] sland [[/strikethrough]] stood out pale & cold with occasional ragged clouds streaming banner-like from its summit & then drifting away to dissapear as though swallowed by some invisible