Perhaps a band of antelope tarried at some crest.

Afar upon the morning air came the melodious trumpeting of wild fowl, rising from some far-off unknown roosting place and setting forth upon errand of their own.

All around lay a new world, a wild world, a virgin sphere not yet acquaint with man.

Phoenicians of the earthy seas, these travellers daily fared on into regions absolutely new.
Early upon the morning of the fourth day of their journey the travellers noted that the plain began to rise and sink in longer waves.
Presently they found themselves approaching a series of rude and wild-looking hills of sand, among which they wound deviously as they might, confronted often by forbidding buttes and lofty dunes whose only sign of vegetation was displayed in a ragged fringe of grass which waved like a scalp lock here and there upon the summits.

For many miles they travelled through this difficult and cheerless region, the horses soon showing signs of distress and all the party feeling need of water, of which the supply had been exhausted.