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It is difficult to say why it seemed to me that this deep stillness masked an intense activity; perhaps in every mood lies the suggestion of its opposite, so that I became aware of the contrast of furious energy, for it was like moving through the deep pause before a thunderstorm, and I trod gently lest by breaking a twig or moving a stone I might set the whole scene into some sort of tumultuous movement. IT IS DIFFICULT TO SAY WHY IT SEEMED TO ME THAT THIS DEEP STILLNESS MASKED AN INTENSE ACTIVITY PERHAPS IN EVERY MOOD LIES THE SUGGESTION OF ITS OPPOSITE SO THAT I BECAME AWARE OF THE CONTRAST OF FURIOUS ENERGY FOR IT WAS LIKE MOVING THROUGH THE DEEP PAWS BEFORE A THUNDERSTORM AND I TROD GENTLY LEST BY BREAKING A TWIG OR MOVING A STONE I MIGHT SET THE WHOLE SCENE INTO SOME SORT OF TUMULTUOUS MOVEMENT
 faint, ghostly singing which is inseparable from a pinewood even on the stillest day—a low, searching sound, as though the wind had hair and trailed it o'er the world. With the sudden cooling of the atmosphere a sea fog began to form. It appeared in isolated patches over the water, and then these patches slid together and a white wall advanced upon us. Not a breath of air stirred; the firs stood like flat metal outlines; the sea became as oil. The whole scene lay as though held motionless by some huge weight in the air; and the flames from our fire—the largest we had ever made—rose upwards, straight as a church steeple. As I followed the rest of our party tent-wards, having kicked the embers of the fire into safety, the advance guard of the fog was creeping slowly among the trees, like white arms feeling their way. Mingled with the smoke was the odour of moss and soil and bark, and the peculiar flavour of the Baltic, half salt, half brackish, like the smell of an estuary at low water. AUDIBLE BUT THAT FAINT GHOSTLY SINGING WHICH IS INSEPARABLE FROM A PINE WOOD EVEN IN THE STILLEST DAY A LOW SEARCHING SOUND AS THOUGH THE WIND HAD HAIR AND TRAILED IT OVER O'ER THE WORLD WITH THE SUDDEN COOLING OF THE ATMOSPHERE A SEA FOG BEGAN TO FORM IT APPEARED IN ISOLATED PATCHES OVER THE WATER AND THEN THESE PATCHES SLID TOGETHER AND A WHITE WALL ADVANCED UPON US NOT A BREATH OF AIR STIRRED THE FIRS STOOD LIKE FLAT METAL OUTLINES THE SEA BECAME AS OIL THE WHOLE SCENE LAY AS THOUGH HELD MOTIONLESS BY SOME HUGE WEIGHT IN THE AIR AND THE FLAMES FROM OUR FIRE THE LARGEST WE HAD EVER MADE ROSE UPWARDS STRAIGHT AS A CHURCH STEEPLE AS I FOLLOWED THE REST OF OUR PARTY TENT WORDS HAVING KICKED THE EMBERS OF THE FIRE INTO SAFETY THE ADVANCE GUARD OF THE FOG WAS CREEPING SLOWLY AMONG THE TREES LIKE WHITE ARMS FEELING THEIR WAY MINGLED WITH THE SMOKE WAS THE ODOUR OF MOSS AND SOIL AND BARK AND THE PECULIAR FLAVOUR OF THE BALTIC HALF SALT HALF BRACKISH LIKE THE SMELL OF AN ESTUARY AT LOW WATER
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