tranquility

I could hear a number of noises almost like those in an engine shed; and the place rocked with that beating thud. Through the aperture in the wall I could see the top of a tree touched with gold and the warm blue of a tranquil evening sky.

Some overhanging rocks afforded us a slight protection from the torrents. Under this shelter, Hans prepared some food, which, however, I was unable to touch; and, exhausted by the three weary days and nights of watching, we fell into a deep and painful sleep. ...

“When I have mixed this honey with the paste of the artocarpus,” said he, “I shall be able to offer you a succulent cake.” “’Pon my word,” said Conseil, “it will be gingerbread.” “Never mind the gingerbread,” said I; “let us continue our interesting walk.” At ...

the same thing happened--violent all day then quiet from moonrise to sunrise.