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It
has
been
said
there
is
nothing
appertaining
to
life
upon
the
broad
plain
.
That
is
hardly
true
.
Looking
down
from
the
Sierra
Blanco
,
one
sees
a
pathway
traced
out
across
the
desert
,
which
winds
away
and
is
lost
in
the
extreme
distance
.
It
is
rutted
with
wheels
and
trodden
down
by
the
feet
of
many
adventurers
.
Here
and
there
there
are
scattered
white
objects
which
glisten
in
the
sun
,
and
stand
out
against
the
dull
deposit
of
alkali
.
Approach
,
and
examine
them
!
They
are
bones
:
some
large
and
coarse
,
others
smaller
and
more
delicate
.
The
former
have
belonged
to
oxen
,
and
the
latter
to
men
.
For
fifteen
hundred
miles
one
may
trace
this
ghastly
caravan
route
by
these
scattered
remains
of
those
who
had
fallen
by
the
wayside
.
Looking
down
on
this
very
scene
,
there
stood
upon
the
fourth
of
May
,
eighteen
hundred
and
forty-seven
,
a
solitary
traveller
.
His
appearance
was
such
that
he
might
have
been
the
very
genius
or
demon
of
the
region
.
An
observer
would
have
found
it
difficult
to
say
whether
he
was
nearer
to
forty
or
to
sixty
.
His
face
was
lean
and
haggard
,
and
the
brown
parchment-like
skin
was
drawn
tightly
over
the
projecting
bones
;
his
long
,
brown
hair
and
beard
were
all
flecked
and
dashed
with
white
;
his
eyes
were
sunken
in
his
head
,
and
burned
with
an
unnatural
lustre
;
while
the
hand
which
grasped
his
rifle
was
hardly
more
fleshy
than
that
of
a
skeleton
.
As
he
stood
,
he
leaned
upon
his
weapon
for
support
,
and
yet
his
tall
figure
and
the
massive
framework
of
his
bones
suggested
a
wiry
and
vigorous
constitution
.
His
gaunt
face
,
however
,
and
his
clothes
,
which
hung
so
baggily
over
his
shrivelled
limbs
,
proclaimed
what
it
was
that
gave
him
that
senile
and
decrepit
appearance
.
The
man
was
dying
--
dying
from
hunger
and
from
thirst
.
He
had
toiled
painfully
down
the
ravine
,
and
on
to
this
little
elevation
,
in
the
vain
hope
of
seeing
some
signs
of
water
.
Now
the
great
salt
plain
stretched
before
his
eyes
,
and
the
distant
belt
of
savage
mountains
,
without
a
sign
anywhere
of
plant
or
tree
,
which
might
indicate
the
presence
of
moisture
.
In
all
that
broad
landscape
there
was
no
gleam
of
hope
.
North
,
and
east
,
and
west
he
looked
with
wild
questioning
eyes
,
and
then
he
realised
that
his
wanderings
had
come
to
an
end
,
and
that
there
,
on
that
barren
crag
,
he
was
about
to
die
.
"
Why
not
here
,
as
well
as
in
a
feather
bed
,
twenty
years
hence
,
"
he
muttered
,
as
he
seated
himself
in
the
shelter
of
a
boulder
.
Before
sitting
down
,
he
had
deposited
upon
the
ground
his
useless
rifle
,
and
also
a
large
bundle
tied
up
in
a
grey
shawl
,
which
he
had
carried
slung
over
his
right
shoulder
.
It
appeared
to
be
somewhat
too
heavy
for
his
strength
,
for
in
lowering
it
,
it
came
down
on
the
ground
with
some
little
violence
.
Instantly
there
broke
from
the
grey
parcel
a
little
moaning
cry
,
and
from
it
there
protruded
a
small
,
scared
face
,
with
very
bright
brown
eyes
,
and
two
little
speckled
,
dimpled
fists
.
"
You
've
hurt
me
!
"
said
a
childish
voice
reproachfully
.
"
Have
I
though
,
"
the
man
answered
penitently
,
"
I
did
n't
go
for
to
do
it
.
"
As
he
spoke
he
unwrapped
the
grey
shawl
and
extricated
a
pretty
little
girl
of
about
five
years
of
age
,
whose
dainty
shoes
and
smart
pink
frock
with
its
little
linen
apron
all
bespoke
a
mother
's
care
.
The
child
was
pale
and
wan
,
but
her
healthy
arms
and
legs
showed
that
she
had
suffered
less
than
her
companion
.
"
How
is
it
now
?
"
he
answered
anxiously
,
for
she
was
still
rubbing
the
towsy
golden
curls
which
covered
the
back
of
her
head
.
"
Kiss
it
and
make
it
well
,
"
she
said
,
with
perfect
gravity
,
shoving
19
the
injured
part
up
to
him
.
"
That
's
what
mother
used
to
do
.
Where
's
mother
?
"
