THE PINK COUNTRY
CHAPTER 13
When the travelers could collect their senses and sit up, they
stared about them in bewilderment, for the transition from the
sticky, damp fog to this brilliant scene was so abrupt as to daze
them at first.
It was a Pink Country indeed. The grass was a soft pink, the trees
were pink, all the fences and buildings which they saw in the near
distance were pink--even the gravel in the pretty paths was pink.
Many shades of color were there, of course, grading from a faint
blush rose to deep pink verging on red, but no other color was
visible. In the sky hung a pink glow, with rosy clouds floating here
and there, and the sun was not silvery white, as we see it from the
Earth, but a distinct pink.
The sun was high in the sky just now, which proved the adventurers
had been a long time in passing through the Fog Bank. But all of
them were wonderfully relieved to reach this beautiful country in
safety, for aside from the danger that threatened them in the Blue
Country, the other side of the island was very depressing. Here the
scene that confronted them was pretty and homelike, except for the
prevailing color and the fact that all the buildings were round,
without a single corner or angle.
Half a mile distant was a large City, its pink tintings glistening
bravely in the pink sunshine, while hundreds of pink banners floated
from its numerous domes.
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