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lurid red, reflected by the mirror-like waters of 

 the lake at my feet. On the near side of the 

 mountains, between the fiery glow above and 

 the red-stained water below, lay a bank of dark 

 purple, shading off on its outer edges to lighter 

 hues. Overhead were great streaks of purple 

 and orange, reaching out to the azure zenith. 



At three o'clock on the day after leaving 

 Neil's cabin I was halted by a soldier at the 

 Snake River entrance to Yellowstone Park. 



