There's no sense in going further - it's the edge of cultivation.
So they said, and I believed it - broke my land and sowed my crop-
Built my barns and strung my fences in the little border station
Tucked away below the foot hills where the trails run out and stop.
Till a voice, as bad as Conscience, rang interminable changes
On one everlasting Whisper day and night repeated -- so:
Something hidden. Go and find it. Go and look behind the Ranges --
Something lost behind the Ranges. Lost and waiting for you. Go!
Rudyard Kipling - The Explorer