We were obliged to cross the ridge of the Chilicauquen.
At its base there were many fine evergreen forest-trees, but these flourished only in the ravines, where there was running water.

Any person who had seen only the country near Valparaiso would never have imagined that there had been such picturesque spots in Chile.
As soon as we reached the brow of the Sierra, the valley of Quillota was immediately under our feet.

The prospect was one of remarkable artificial luxuriance.

The valley is very broad and quite flat, and is thus easily irrigated in all parts.

The little square gardens are crowded with orange and olive trees and every sort of vegetable.