The complete similarity of the productions throughout Patagonia is one of its most striking characters.

The level plains of arid shingle support the same stunted and dwarf plants; and in the valleys the same thorn-bearing bushes grow.

Everywhere we see the same birds and insects.

Even the very banks of the river and of the clear streamlets which entered it, were scarcely enlivened by a brighter tint of green.

The curse of sterility is on the land, and the water flowing over a bed of pebbles partakes of the same curse.