Solitude in dark mountain chasms produces an eerie craving for human company.

Evidence

The ride did seem endless after darkness came on. Finally the last huge range was conquered, the last deep chasm passed, and with an eeriness which craved for human companionship, I rode up to “Mountain Jim’s” den, but no light shone through the chinks, and all was silent. — Isabella L. Bird, A Lady’s Life in the Rocky Mountains, 219

Categorization

• XREF: Echoes her earlier passages on isolation and the psychological toll of wilderness travel; compare with other Book/#210 moments of craving companionship.
• STORYSTEM: A rider arrives at an abandoned-seeming outlaw den at night — no light, all silent — a ready-made scene beat for a Western of coded trust and dread.