Lazily I threw back the covers of my camp bed and with numerous yawns and stretches, tried to rid myself of the kinks my body had acquired through sleeping on the hard ground. I had made a hasty camp the night before and had not the remotest idea of my surroundings, but as the sun peeped over the eastern horizon, I saw I was camped upon a knoll, which rose many hundred feet above what I supposed to be a vast plain.
Farley, H. S.
"An All-American Fabric---The Navajo Blanket,"
Ames Forester: Vol. 14
, Article 12.
Available at: https://lib.dr.iastate.edu/amesforester/vol14/iss1/12