Some one said they could be seen two hundred miles across the desert, and were a landmark and a fascination to all travelers thitherward.
I never raised my eyes to the north that I did not draw my breath quickly and grow chill with awe and bewilderment with the marvel of the desert.

The scaly red ground descended gradually; bare red knolls, like waves, rolled away northward; black buttes reared their flat heads; long ranges of sand flowed between them like streams, and all sloped away to merge into gray, shadowy obscurity, into wild and desolate, dreamy and misty nothingness.
"Do you see those white sand dunes there, more to the left ?" asked Emmett.

"The Little Colorado runs in there.

How far does it look to you ?" "Thirty miles, perhaps," I replied, adding ten miles to my estimate.
"It's seventy-five.

We'll get there day after to-morrow.