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In
some
sense
may
the
mariner
comprehend
my
meaning
.
Just
as
a
ship
may
cross
the
Atlantic
Ocean
--
and
in
tracks
most
frequented
by
sailing
craft
--
without
sighting
a
single
sail
,
so
upon
the
prairies
of
South-western
Texas
,
the
traveller
may
journey
on
for
months
,
amid
a
solitude
that
seems
eternal
!
Even
the
ocean
itself
does
not
give
such
an
impression
of
endless
space
.
Moving
in
its
midst
you
perceive
no
change
--
no
sign
to
tell
you
you
are
progressing
.
The
broad
circular
surface
of
azure
blue
,
with
the
concave
hemisphere
of
a
tint
but
a
few
shades
lighter
,
are
always
around
and
above
you
,
seeming
ever
the
same
.
You
think
they
are
so
;
and
fancy
yourself
at
rest
in
the
centre
of
a
sphere
and
a
circle
.
You
are
thus
to
some
extent
hindered
from
having
a
clear
conception
of
"
magnificent
distances
.
"
On
the
prairie
it
is
different
.
The
"
landmarks
"
--
there
are
such
,
in
the
shape
of
"
mottes
,
"
mounds
,
trees
,
ridges
,
and
rocks
--
constantly
changing
before
your
view
,
admonish
you
that
you
are
passing
through
space
;
and
this
very
knowledge
imbues
you
with
the
idea
of
vastness
.
It
is
rare
for
the
prairie
traveller
to
contemplate
such
scenes
alone
--
rarer
still
upon
the
plains
of
South-western
Texas
.
In
twos
at
least
--
but
oftener
in
companies
of
ten
or
a
score
--
go
they
,
whose
need
it
is
to
tempt
the
perils
of
that
wilderness
claimed
by
the
Comanches
as
ancestral
soil
.
For
all
this
,
a
solitary
traveller
may
at
times
be
encountered
:
for
on
the
same
night
that
witnessed
the
tender
and
stormy
scenes
in
the
garden
of
Casa
del
Corvo
,
no
less
than
three
such
made
the
crossing
of
the
plain
that
stretches
south-westward
from
the
banks
of
the
Leona
River
.
Just
at
the
time
that
Calhoun
was
making
his
discontented
departure
from
the
jacalé
of
the
Mexican
mustanger
,
the
foremost
of
these
nocturnal
travellers
was
clearing
the
outskirts
of
the
village
--
going
in
a
direction
which
,
if
followed
far
enough
,
would
conduct
him
to
the
Nueces
River
,
or
one
of
its
tributary
streams
.
It
is
scarcely
necessary
to
say
,
that
he
was
on
horseback
.
In
Texas
there
are
no
pedestrians
,
beyond
the
precincts
of
the
town
or
plantation
.
The
traveller
in
question
bestrode
a
strong
steed
;
whose
tread
,
at
once
vigorous
and
elastic
,
proclaimed
it
capable
of
carrying
its
rider
through
a
long
journey
,
without
danger
of
breaking
down
.
Whether
such
a
journey
was
intended
,
could
not
have
been
told
by
the
bearing
of
the
traveller
himself
.
He
was
equipped
,
as
any
Texan
cavalier
might
have
been
,
for
a
ten-mile
ride
--
perhaps
to
his
own
house
.
The
lateness
of
the
hour
forbade
the
supposition
,
that
he
could
be
going
from
it
.
The
serapé
on
his
shoulders
--
somewhat
carelessly
hanging
--
might
have
been
only
put
on
to
protect
them
against
the
dews
of
the
night
.
