The wind, which was very light, was blowing from the north-east; so when my attention had been called to the speck of cloud by my companion I naturally concluded that it could in no way concern us, but in this I was grievously mistaken.  In a very short space of time the little cloud grew bigger, the wind died away altogether, and the stars began to look mistily from a sky no longer blue.  Every now and again my companion looked towards this increasing cloud, and each time his opinion seemed to be less favourable.  But another change also occurred of a character altogether different.  There came upon us, brought apparently by the cloud, dense swarms of mosquitoes, humming and buzzing along with us as we journeyed on, and covering our faces and heads with their sharp stinging bites.  They seemed to come with us, after us, and against us, from above and from below, in volumes that ever increased.  It soon began to dawn upon me that this might mean something akin to the “mosquitoes allowing us to travel,” of which my friend had spoken some three hours earlier.  Meantime the cloud had increased to large proportions; it was no longer in the south-west; it occupied the whole west, and was moving on towards the north.  Presently, from out of the dark heavens, streamed liquid fire, and long peals of thunder rolled far away over the gloomy prairies.  So sudden appeared the change that one could scarce realize that only a little while before the stars had been shining so brightly upon the ocean of grass.  At length the bright flashes came nearer and nearer, the thunder rolled louder and louder, and the mosquitoes seemed to have made up their minds that to achieve the maximum of torture in the minimum of time was the sole end and aim of their existence.  The captain’s pony showed many signs of agony; my dog howled with pain, and rolled himself amongst the baggage in useless writhings.

“I thought it would come to this,” said the captain.  “We must unhitch and lie down.”

It was now midnight.  To loose the horse from the shafts, to put the oil-cloth over the cart, and to creep underneath the wheels did-not take my friend long.  I followed his movements, crept in and drew a blanket over my head.  Then came the crash; the fire seemed to pour out of the clouds.  It was impossible to keep the blanket on, so raising it every now and again I. looked out from between the spokes of the wheel.  During three hours the lightning seemed to run like a river of flame out of the clouds.  Sometimes a stream would descend, then, dividing into two branches, would pour down on the prairie two distinct channels of fire.  The thunder rang sharply, as though the metallic clash of steel was about it, and the rain descended in torrents upon the level prairies.  At about three o’clock in the morning the storm seemed to lull a little.  My companion crept out from underneath the cart; I followed.  The plug, who had managed to improve the occasion by stuffing himself with grass, was soon in the shafts again,