![]() ![]() The hill surface is streaked with ash drift and black, unweathered lava flows. Between the hills lie high level-looking plains full of intolerable sun glare, or narrow valleys drowned in a blue haze. ![]() There are hills, rounded, blunt, burned, squeezed up out of chaos, chrome and vermilion painted, aspiring to the snowline. Void of life it never is, however dry the air and villainous the soil. Desert is a loose term to indicate land that supports no man whether the land can be bitted and broken to that purpose is not proven. Desert is the name it wears upon the maps, but the Indian's is the better word. Not the law, but the land sets the limit. Ute, Paiute, Mojave, and Shoshone inhabit its frontiers, and as far into the heart of it as a man dare go. Land of Little Rain - Mary Austin Country of Lost BordersĮast away from the Sierras, south from Panamint and Amargosa, east and south many an uncounted mile, is the Country of Lost Borders. ![]()
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