Our aimless wondering, however, had consumed time and gasoline and we camped for the night on the desert, many miles from any white settlement and with no sign of human habitation until, with the dark, there came to us the gleam and flicker of distant Navaho camp fires. Snugly tucked in our blankets we indulged our imaginations for awhile by fancying these were signal fires informing denizens of the desert that two lone females were lost in their midst, and experienced a few nervous qualms as to our safety and comfort. By and by, as nothing happened to justify the least uneasiness, we turned to contemplation of a canopy of midnight sky thickly studded with glorious stars, and so, soothed by a marvelous sense of peace and protection which I have since associated with desert life, we fell asleep.

I retraced my horse's footsteps through the snow. It was a glorious world I rode through. The darkly wooded mountains and deeply colored rocks toward which I faced lent blue shadow and opalescent tints to the unbroken expanse of glistening snow which stretched before them (Navajo woman and child), and my heart lifted and sang with joy in the pure beauty which my eyes met on every hand.