Then the big sails will hang like curtains from the long slanting yards, the slack sheets will dip down to the water, the rudder will knock softly against the stern-post as the gentle swell subsides.

Then all is of a golden orange colour, then red as wine, then purple as grapes, then violet, then grey, then altogether shadowy as the stars come out--unless it chances that the moon is not yet full, and edges everything with silver on your left hand while the sunset dyes fade slowly to darkness upon your right.
Then the men forward will bestir themselves and presently a red glow rises and flickers and paints what it touches, with its own colours.

The dry wood crackles and flares on the brick and mortar hearth, and the great kettle is put on.

Presently the water boils--in go the long bundles of fine-drawn paste, and everybody collects forward to watch the important operation.

Stir it quickly at first.