We may find buffalo near it." "But what if we find no water ?" suggested the ever-prudent Lucien.
"That is not likely," returned Francois.

"I'll warrant there's water-- there generally is where there are mountains, I believe; and yonder butte might almost be called a mountain.

I'll warrant there's water." "If there's not," added Basil, "we can return here." "But, brothers," said Lucien, "you know not the distance of that eminence." "Ten miles, I should think," said Basil.
"Not more, certainly," added Francois.
"It is thirty, if an inch," quietly remarked Lucien.
"Thirty!" exclaimed the others; "thirty miles! You are jesting, are you not?
Why, I could almost lay my hand upon it!" "That is a misconception of yours," rejoined the philosopher.

"You are both calculating distances, as you would in the low dense atmosphere of Louisiana.

Remember you are now four thousand feet above the level of the sea, and surrounded by one of the purest and most translucent atmospheres in the world.