"He shore wants to git there," said one to the other.
Late in the afternoon the youth pulled in his horse and studied with the closest care a big cloud looming in the sky.

All day snowy thunderheads had been emerging into view near the horizon, blooming like gigantic roses out of the deep purple of the sky, but this particular cloud had not changed its sharp, clean-cut outline for an hour, and, as he looked, a veil of vapor suddenly drifted away from it, and Mose's heart leaped with exultation, as though a woman's hand had been laid on his shoulder.
That cloud-like form was a mountain! It could be nothing else, for while all around it other domes shifted line and mass, this one remained constant, riding through the mist as the moon endures in the midst of the flying vapor of the night.
Thereafter he rode with his eyes on that sunlit mass.

The land grew wilder.

Sharp hills broke the smooth expanses, and on these hills groves of dwarf pine appeared in irregular clumps like herds of cattle.

He began to look for a camping place, for he was very tired.