This was fearful work.

The top seemed always miles away.

By morning we didn't seem to have made much of anywhere.

The same old hollow-looking mountains with the sharp edges stuck up in about the same old places.
We had got over being very hungry, and, though we were pretty dry, we didn't really suffer yet from thirst.

About this time Denton ran across some fishhook cactus, which we cut up and chewed.