But, little by little, the blackness wanes into gray, the gray warms into crimson; long streaks of light shoot across the brightening sky, while the morning mists roll off like the smoke of a battle; till at last up rises the sun in all his glory, revealing the bare undulating moor with its thin herbge, the bold rocky ridge that bounds it to the right, the great dome of the Mount of Temptation in the background, and far away to the front, the long narrow line of grayish-white that marks the shore of the still hidden Dead Sea.