We ran up on deck.

Looking over the stern of the vessel, across a line of rippling eddying red gold, we saw the sun low upon cushions of beautiful cloud; no trace of fog anywhere; blue sky overhead, and a mild breeze blowing.
'Sunrise,' I said.
Temple answered, 'Yes,' most uncertainly.
We looked round.

A steam-tug was towing our ship out toward banks of red-reflecting cloud, and a smell of sea air.
'Why, that's the East there!' cried Temple.

We faced about to the sun, and behold, he was actually sinking! 'Nonsense!' we exclaimed in a breath.

From seaward to this stupefying sunset we stood staring.