B. M. Bower,
The Trail of the White Mule — Chapter 2
(1922)
“ Driving across the desert on a dark night is confusing to the most observant wayfarer. On either side, beyond the light of the car, illusory forest stands for mile upon mile. Up hill or down or across the level it is the same—a narrow, winding trail through dimly seen woods. The most familiar road grows strange; the miles are longer; you drive through mystery and silence and the world around you is a formless void.Dawn and a gorgeous sunrise painted out the woods and revealed barren hilltops which Casey did not know. ”
