Then resaddling, he left the grove and rode northward again until he came to a hill, or, rather, a swell, that was higher than the rest.

Here he stopped his horse and took a glance at the sun, which was shining with uncommon brilliancy.

Then he produced a small mirror from the pocket of his hunting shirt and held it in such a position that it made a focus of the sun's rays, throwing them in a perfect blazing lance of light.
He turned the flaming lance around the horizon, until it completed the circle and then he started around with it again.

Meantime he was keeping a close watch upon every high point.

A hill rose in the north, and he looked at it longest, but nothing came from it.