John Peele, From North Carolina to Southern California Without a Ticket and How I Did It
“ Once, just before dark came on, a solitary cowboy, wearing high boots and a big sombrero, mounted on a spirited young pony, dashed across the tracks ahead of the train and disappeared behind the low mountain ridges toward the sunset—and such a grand, beautiful sunset that was!—the sun slowly sinking behind the distant mountain peaks, and the whole heavens lit up with a perfect flood of golden beauty, was a scene, though I live to be a hundred years old, I shall never forget.Nowhere else in all the world, I believe, are the sunsets so gloriously beautiful as in Arizona or New Mexico. ”
