The Blunderer of the Wasteland

Adam Larey's dull eyelids opened on the grim, dim dawn of the zanegrey desert. Before him a wide, barren, endless, bleak, lifeless, silent, desolate plateau -- illimitable space and silence and solitude and desolation stretched illimitably to a illimitable horizon -- wild and black and sharp -- colossal buttresses, chocolate mountain ranges, bare and jagged peaks, silhouetted against the hazel dawn.

Here and there were sparse, vague tufts of sage-brush, greasewood, sneezewood, _cacti_, _neckti_, _octopi_, _ocatilla_, _ocarina_ and similar hardy perennials -- the strange verbiage of the desert.