midday
We had crossed the Gloriettas and climbed over the Raton Pass rapidly , and now we were nearing the upper Arkansas , where the old trail turns east for its long stretch across the prairies . As far as the eye could see there was no living thing save our own company in all the desolate plain aquiver with heat and ashy dry . The line of low yellow bluffs to the southeast hardly cast a shadow save for a darker dun tint here and there . At midday we drooped to a brief rest beside the sun-baked trail . `` You all jus ' one color , '' Aunty Boone declared . `` You all like the dus ' you made of ` cep ' Little Lees an ' me . She 's white and I 'm black .