All these strange individuals stared apathetically as the train slowly passed.
"Indians," muttered Carley, incredulously.

"Well, if they are the noble red people, my illusions are dispelled." She did not look out of the window again, not even when the brakeman called out the remarkable name of Albuquerque.
Next day Carley's languid attention quickened to the name of Arizona, and to the frowning red walls of rock, and to the vast rolling stretches of cedar-dotted land.

Nevertheless, it affronted her.

This was no country for people to live in, and so far as she could see it was indeed uninhabited.

Her sensations were not, however, limited to sight.