"If this ain't a sheep an' bear country, I've made the worst guess I ever made in my life." For five minutes they looked, without a word passing between them.

Behind them their horses were nibbling hungrily in the thick, rich grass.

The sound of the many waters in the mountains droned in their ears, and the valley seemed sleeping in a sea of sunshine.

Langdon could think of nothing more comparable than that--slumber.

The valley was like a great, comfortable, happy cat, and the sounds they heard, all commingling in that pleasing drone, was its drowsy purring.