The trickle of smoke sketched a chalky line up the solid blue of the sky,wavered high up and faded (Golding 41).
The heart of flame leapt nimbly across the gap between the trees and then went swinging and flaring along the whole row of them (Golding 34).
Ralph turned to the sea. The horizon stretched, impersonal once more, barren of all but the faintest trace of smoke. Ralph ran stumbling along the rocks, saved himself on the edge of the pink cliff, and screamed at the ship (Golding 51).
"Can't you see we ought to--ought to die before we let the fire out?"There was a self-conscious giggling among the hunters (Golding 61).
"And now that thing squats by the fire as though it didn't want us to be rescued--" (Golding 96).
Smoke was seeping through the branches in white and yellow wisps, the patch of blue sky overhead turned to the color of a storm cloud, and then the smoke billowed round him (Golding 152).