Friedrich Adolph Wislizenus,
Memoir of a tour to northern Mexico
(1848)
“ But, for one quality this desert is distinguished. When your patience has been worn out by the long ride, and by the monotonous sameness of the scenery; when your lips are parched from thirst, and a friend at your side, in cruel consolation, reminds you of the luxuries of cultivated life–to all of which you would nevertheless prefer a refreshing draught of cold water–there emerges in the plain before your astonished eyes a beautiful lake. ”
