It won't be any use telling you about that journey--you couldn't imagine, and I couldn't begin to tell you, what a miserable, slow, tortuous affair it was.

It gets hot in New Mexico, but we got a taste of hell in that Yucatan jungle.

That country wasn't built for a white man.
"So I'm not going to try to tell you about the trip.

We were tough and eager, and we stuck it out, traveling mostly by night, setting our course by the stars, about which I knew something.

But we were a week going a hundred miles, and we were beginning to get into that frame of mind where we were noticing one another's faults and getting not a bit backward in talking about them, when one night at dusk we got a glimpse of the place we were looking for.
"Queza had called the place a town, and maybe that name fits it as well as another.