I strolled across the poop to the port side.

"Oh! Come back! Look! Look!" Miss West cried to me.

"What's the use?" I answered. "I've something just as good over
here."

She joined me, and as she did so I noted, a sour grin on Mr. Pike's
face.

The eastern heavens were equally spectacular. That quarter of the
sky was sheer and delicate shell of blue, the upper portions of which
faded, changed, through every harmony, into a pale, yet warm, rose,
all trembling, palpitating, with misty blue tinting into pink. The
reflection of this coloured sky-shell upon the water made of the sea
a glimmering watered silk, all changeable, blue, Nile-green, and
salmon-pink. It was silky, silken, a wonderful silk that veneered
and flossed the softly moving, wavy water.

And the pale moon looked like a wet pearl gleaming through the tinted
mist of the sky-shell.

In the southern quadrant of the sky we discovered an entirely
different sunset--what would be accounted a very excellent orange-
and-red sunset anywhere, with grey clouds hanging low and lighted and
tinted on all their under edges.

"Huh!" Mr. Pike muttered gruffly, while we were exclaiming over our
fresh discovery. "Look at the sunset I got here to the north. It