On the north and east rose long ranges and elevated table-lands; on the west, the savage rolls and precipices of the Sierra del Carrizo; and on the south, a more distant bordering of hazy mountains, closing to the southwest, a hundred miles away, in the noble snowy peaks of Monte San Francisco.
With his field-glass, Thurstane examined one after another of the mesas and buttes which diversified this enormous depression.

At last his attention settled on an isolated bluff or mound, with a flattened surface three or four miles in length, the whole mass of which seemed to be solid and barren rock.

On this truncated pyramid he distinguished, or thought he distinguished, one or more of the pueblos of the Moquis.

He could not be quite sure, because the distance was fifteen miles, and the walls of these villages are of the same stone with the buttes upon which they stand.
"There is our goal, if I am not mistaken," he said to Coronado.

"When we get there we can rest." The train pushed onward, slowly descending the terrace, or rather the succession of terraces.