The black waters reflected the glow, and the yellow vapour around was suffused with it.

Though momentarily startled, Felix did not much heed these appearances; he was still dazed and heavy from his sleep.
He went on, looking for a spring, sometimes walking on firm ground, sometimes sinking to the ankle in a friable soil like black sand.

The ground looked, indeed, as if it had been burnt, but there were no charred stumps of timber such as he had seen on the sites of forest fires.

The extreme dreariness seemed to oppress his spirits, and he went on and on in a heavy waking dream.

Descending into a plain, he lost sight of the flaming sunset and the black waters.