I looked up again, to the fiery sheet that quaked in the heavens above me and far down into the Southern sky.  As I looked, the impression was borne in upon me, that it had lost some of its first brilliancy—­that it was duller, deeper hued.

I glanced down, once more, to the blurred white of the worldscape.  Sometimes, my look returned to the burning sheet of dulling flame, that was, and yet hid, the sun.  At times, I glanced behind me, into the growing dusk of the great, silent room, with its aeon-carpet of sleeping dust....

So, I watched through the fleeting ages, lost in soul-wearing thoughts and wonderings, and possessed with a new weariness.

XVII

THE SLOWING ROTATION

It might have been a million years later, that I perceived, beyond possibility of doubt, that the fiery sheet that lit the world, was indeed darkening.

Another vast space went by, and the whole enormous flame had sunk to a deep, copper color.  Gradually, it darkened, from copper to copper-red, and from this, at times, to a deep, heavy, purplish tint, with, in it, a strange loom of blood.

Although the light was decreasing, I could perceive no diminishment in the apparent speed of the sun.  It still spread itself in that dazzling veil of speed.

The world, so much of it as I could see, had assumed a dreadful shade of gloom, as though, in very deed, the last day of the worlds approached.

The sun was dying; of that there could be little doubt; and still the earth whirled onward, through space and all the aeons.  At this time, I remember, an extraordinary sense of bewilderment took me.  I found myself, later, wandering, mentally, amid an odd chaos of fragmentary modern theories and the old Biblical story of the world’s ending.

Then, for the first time, there flashed across me, the memory that the sun, with its system of planets, was, and had been, traveling through space at an incredible speed.  Abruptly, the question rose—­Where? For a very great time, I pondered this matter; but, finally, with a certain sense of the futility of my puzzlings, I let my thoughts wander to other things.  I grew to wondering, how much longer the house would stand.  Also, I queried, to myself, whether I should be doomed to stay, bodiless, upon the earth, through the dark-time that I knew was coming.  From these thoughts, I fell again to speculations upon the possible direction of the sun’s journey through space....  And so another great while passed.

Gradually, as time fled, I began to feel the chill of a great winter.  Then, I remembered that, with the sun dying, the cold must be, necessarily, extraordinarily intense.  Slowly, slowly, as the aeons slipped into eternity, the earth sank into a heavier and redder gloom.  The dull flame in the firmament took on a deeper tint, very somber and turbid.

Then, at last, it was borne upon me that there was a change.  The fiery, gloomy curtain of flame that hung quaking overhead, and down away into the Southern sky, began to thin and contract; and, in it, as one sees the fast vibrations of a jarred harp-string, I saw once more the sun-stream quivering, giddily, North and South.