The party had by chance halted on an eminence that commanded a good view for miles on each side, but the field-cornet had not glanced half around the circle, when an object came before his eyes that brought gladness to his heart.

It was the white tent of the wagon! The joyful exclamation he uttered awoke the sleepers, who immediately sprang to their feet; and all three stood gazing at the welcome sight.
As they continued to gaze, their joy gradually gave place to feelings of surprise.

Was it _their_ wagon, after all?
It certainly looked like theirs; but it was a full half-mile off, and at such a distance one wagon would look just like another.

But what led them to doubt its being theirs?
It was the _appearance of the place in which they saw it_.

Surely it was not the same place in which they had outspanned! Theirs had been left in an oblong valley between two gentle ridges--in such a valley was this one standing.