Two Years in Oregon: 1879-1880

‘The evening is closing in; the sun has set, leaving a hot, red glow, where his copper disk has just sunk beyond the Pacific horizon; and the eye wanders out from the infant waves, at foot just tinged with red, and reflecting the light as they move up in turn to catch it, to the blue and still darker blue water beyond, out to the sharp indigo line where sky and water meet.'
And so Wallis Nash concludes his brief passage on his brief expedition to hack off rock oysters, along the coast toward...