I find that I look at this province with very different eyes from what I did upon my first arrival.

I recollect I then thought it singularly level; but now, after galloping over the Pampas, my only surprise is, what could have induced me ever to have called it level.

The country is a series of undulations, in themselves perhaps not absolutely great, but, as compared to the plains of St.
Fe, real mountains.

From these inequalities there is an abundance of small rivulets, and the turf is green and luxuriant.
NOVEMBER 17, 1833.
We crossed the Rozario, which was deep and rapid, and passing the village of Colla, arrived at mid-day at Colonia del Sacramiento.
The distance is twenty leagues, through a country covered with fine grass, but poorly stocked with cattle or inhabitants.

I was invited to sleep at Colonia, and to accompany on the following day a gentleman to his estancia, where there were some limestone rocks.
The town is built on a stony promontory something in the same manner as at Monte Video.