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It was difficult to believe then, in the cool of that morning, as early as late spring, that the surface temperatures of the terrain we would traverse would be within hours better than one hundred and fifty degrees Fahrenheit. - (Tribesmen of Gor, Chapter 14, Sentence #26)

These had been fastened on us at the foot of the wall of the kasbah of the Salt Ubar. Before mine had been locked under my chin I had seen the silver desert in its dawn. The sky in the east, for Gor, like the Earth rotates to the east, had seemed cool and gray. It was difficult to believe then, in the cool of that morning, as early as late spring, that the surface temperatures of the terrain we would traverse would be within hours better than one hundred and fifty degrees Fahrenheit. Our feet, earlier, had been wrapped in leather sheathing, it reaching, in anticipation of the crusts, later to be encountered, to the knees. The moons, at that time, had been still above the horizon. Rocks on the desert, and the sheer walls of the Salt Ubar's kasbah, looming above us, shone with dew, common in the Tahari in the early morning, to be burned off in the first hour of the sun. - (Tribesmen of Gor)