When preparing to make a night journey over one of the plains of South Africa, in the month of June 1843, a friend called my attention to the peculiar appearance of the sky in the west, as offering a very decided proof, “agreeably with theory,” that there was no “Solar atmosphere” to be seen at that season of the year.

On looking in the direction mentioned, the last portion of the twilight was just visible, and forming a peculiarly level line above the place where the sun had set, for an extent in azimuth, of perhaps 40°, and at a height of about 5°. All the gorgeous colours which had attended the setting of the sun had long since vanished, and there only remained sufficient light within the flattened arc described, to make the space included between it and the horizon appear light blue, while all the rest of the sky had attained a deeper colour, nay was almost black, and thickly spangled with small as well as large stars.