This hour, when the day had closed and the lonely desert night set in with its dead silence, was one in which Cameron\'s mind was thronged with memories of a time long past--of a home back in Peoria, of a woman he had wronged and lost, and loved too late.  He was a prospector for gold, a hunter of solitude, a lover of the drear, rock-ribbed infinitude, because he wanted to be alone to remember.