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`` But , now you mention it , perhaps I am . Do you know of any place where one can get anything ? '' `` There 's one place at the end of the town where you can have soup and bread , '' replied Morley , and we started off to find it . Later on , towards ten o'clock , when we were leaving the little , frame , sailors ' restaurant , I looked up to the western sky and saw that strange colour in it of the Alaskan sunset that I have never found in any other sky , a bright magenta , or deep heather pink , a crude colour rather like an aniline dye , but brilliant and arresting in the clean , clear gold of the heavens . Great ribs and bars and long flat lines of it lay all across the West . No other cloud , no other colour appeared anywhere in the sky . It was painted in those two tints alone ; the brightest magenta conceivable and living gold .