We began to see grass, and to feel that, at last, we were out of the desert.

The wonderful mountain still loomed up large and clear on our left.

I thought of the old Spanish explorers and wondered if they came so far as this, when they journeyed through that part of our country three hundred years before.

I wondered what beautiful and high-sounding name they might have given it.

I wondered a good deal about that bare and isolated mountain, rising out of what seemed an endless waste of sand.