Far beyond rose a second range nearly as lofty as the peak on which he stood, but in between tumbled rolling ground, a dreamy panorama in the moonshine.

One feature was clear, and that was a broad looping of silver among the hills, a river with slender tributaries dodging swiftly down to it from either side.

Alcatraz looked with a swelling heart, thinking of the white-hot deserts which he had known all his life.

The wind which lifted his mane and cooled his hot body carried up, also, the delicious fragrance of the evergreens and it seemed to Alcatraz that he had come in view of a promised land.

Surely he had dreamed of it on many a day in burning, dusty corrals or in oven-like sheds.
The descent was far less precipitous than the climb and far shorter to the plateau.