It was a grand sight, he said, to stand on the jutting spurs of this great ravine, and look down upon the tops of the trees that lay below, tossing their rounded heads like the waves of a big sea.

There were many lovely flowers, vetches of several kinds, blue, white, and pencilled, twining among the grass.

A beautiful white-belled flower, that was like the "Morning glory," (_Convolvulus major,_) and scarlet-cups _[FN: _Erichroma,_ or painted cup]_ in abundance, with roses in profusion.

The bottom of this ravine was strewed in places with huge blocks of black granite, cushioned with thick green moss; it opened out into a wide flat, similar to the one at the mouth of the valley of the Big Stone.

_[FN: The mouth of this ravine is now under the plough, and waving fields of golden grain and verdant pastures have taken place of the wild shrubs and flowers that formerly adorned it.