This night I tied up the bloodhounds, after bathing and salving their sore feet; and I left Moze free, for he grew fretful and surly under restraint.
The Mormons, prone, dark, blanketed figures, lay on the sand.

Jones was crawling into his bed.

I walked a little way from the dying fire, and faced the north, where the desert stretched, mysterious and illimitable.

How solemn and still it was! I drew in a great breath of the cold air, and thrilled with a nameless sensation.

Something was there, away to the northward; it called to me from out of the dark and gloom; I was going to meet it.
I lay down to sleep with the great blue expanse open to my eyes.