listenin ' to that injun girl that time , crow jane 's niece , you remember , the one who 'd been on that expedition , about all those things out there-spouts of hot water that shoot a hundred feet in the air , streams full o ' fish , deer with horns that curl back over their heads , big , big mountains , herds of buffalo so vast y'ca n't see across 'em , and another ocean over at the other edge .