Fearful lest she might be mistaken for one of the same class, she remained in silence, her veil merely lifted enough to enable her to peer out through the grimy window at the barren view slipping slowly past.

This consisted of the bare prairie, brown and desolate, occasionally intersected by some small watercourse, the low hills rising and falling like waves to the far horizon.

Few incidents broke the dead monotony; occasionally a herd of antelope appeared in the distance silhouetted against the sky-line, and once they fairly crept for an hour through a mass of buffalo, grazing so close that a fusillade of guns sounded from the front end of the train.
A little farther along she caught a glimpse of a troop of wild horses dashing recklessly down into a sheltering ravine.

Yet principally all that met her straining eyes was sterile desolation.

Here and there a great ugly water tank reared its hideous shape beside the track, the engine always pausing for a fresh supply.