“ Like one athirst, he lighteth up the forests; like water down the chariot ways he roareth. On his black path he shines in burning beauty, marked as it were the heaven that smiles through vapour. 7. Around, consuming the broad earth, he wanders, free roaming like an ox without a herdsman,- Agni refulgent, burning up the bushes, with blackened lines, as though the earth he seasoned. ”