The man reflected that he was making great strides in experience, first a prayer and then a pledge, all in the wilderness.

If any one had told him he was going into the West for this, he would have laughed him to scorn.
Towards morning they rode more slowly.

Their horses were growing jaded.
They talked in lower tones as they looked toward the east.

It was as if they feared they might waken some one too soon.

There is something awesome about the dawning of a new day, and especially when one has been sailing a sea of silver all night.