The country is a desert and almost unexplored.

I don't fancy the plan--I beg your pardon, Mr.Coronado--but I don't fancy it at all." Aunt Maria despised him and almost hated him for his stupid, practical, unpoetic common sense.
"I must say that I quite fancy the San Juan route," she responded, with proper firmness.
"I venture to agree with you," said Coronado, as meekly as if her fancy were not of his own making.

"Only a hundred miles off the straight line (begging your pardon, my dear Lieutenant), and through a country which is naturally fertile--witness the immense population which it once supported.
As for its being unexplored, I have explored it myself; and I shall go with you." "Shall you!" cried Aunt Maria, as if that made all safe and delightful.
"Yes.

My excellent Uncle Garcia (good, kind-hearted old man) takes the strongest interest in this affair.

He is resolved that his charming little relative here, La Senorita Clara, shall cross the continent in safety and comfort.