This we knew to be mesquite; and once entered, we knew it, too, would seem to spread out vastly.

And then this grassy slope, on which we now rode, would show merely as an insignificant streak of yellow.

It is also like that in Arizona.
I have ridden in succession through grass land, brush land, flower land, desert.

Each in turn seemed entirely to fill the space of the plains between the mountains.
From time to time Homer halted us and detached a man.

The business of the latter was then to ride directly back to camp, driving all cattle before him.