On the Trail of Geronimo — page 240: what you’re looking at

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228 ON THE TRAIL OF GERONIMO. CHAPTER XXVII. A STRANGE AMBUSH. As nearly as could be judged a ride of seven or eight miles was necessary to reach the ruins of the burned building in which the interest of the horse- men lay. The same alkali plain stretched out in front of them, while the eye was continually offended by © the sage brush, withered grass and parched vegeta- tion on every side. ‘“T rode across this plain last summer,” said Joggens, “ whenthe thermomter stood at one hun- dred and twenty in the shade.” ‘ How did you stand it?” asked Dick; “JI had it bad enough in the stage, but there was a roof over my head, while you must have been unpro- tected from its rays.” “T can hardly understand how it was myself,” answered Joggens, with a smile, “ for I didn’t seem to feel the heat any more than I do this minute.” CoOnmmcloookS.