Behind the pine grove the setting sun had left a zone of fire against which the trunks of the pine trees stood out like bronze columns The path was rugged and uneven giving evidence of the ravages wrought by the winter rains at intervals loose stones looking like teeth detached from the gum rendered it still more impracticable The melancholy shades of twilight were beginning to envelop the landscape little by little the sunset glow faded away and...