Then once more the strange craft sailed on. On and on over miles of orange roadway, passing now and then an orchard, flaunting the rose-color of its peach trees against the dun background of sand; passing again between drifts of dogwood, which shone like snow beneath the slanting rays of the sun--sailing on and on until the sun went down. Then came the shadowy twilight, with the stars coming out in the warm dusk--then the moonlight--and the mocking-birds singing.