A dry, dreadful storm
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Uma tempestade seca, terrível e medonha, como as há freqüentemente nas faldas das serranias, desabava sobre a terra. O vento mugindo açoitava as grossas árvores que vergavam os troncos seculares; o trovão ribombava no bojo das grossas nuvens desgarradas pelo céu; o relâmpago amiudava com tanta velocidade, que as florestas, os montes, toda a natureza nadava num oceano de fogo.
A dry storm, terrible and dreadful, such as often break at the foot of the ranges, was bursting over the land. The moaning wind lashed the great trees that bent their age-old trunks; the thunder boomed in the belly of the heavy clouds scattered across the sky; the lightning came so fast that the forests, the hills, all nature swam in an ocean of fire.
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