The air was saturated with moisture and the mist turned to a steady rain over the land.

In one valley, the mists turned green each night.

It was no marvel that the mist turned the color of emeralds.

For a moment all seemed to go inside out; the mist turned black, the shadowy forms before him white.

Then the mist turned from white to gold and presently cleared away altogether.

The mist turned white as dawn came, but we could see no more through it than when it had been dark.

Then the mist turned black, and he had only time to cut all controls.

So we have to be sure we keep walking in a straight line, and not let the mist turn us around.

From one breath to another the driven mist had turned to ice.

The mist had just barely turned to rain and it dimpled the river.