Not a rock is seen.

If there be a cliff here and there, it is as green as an English lawn.

Steep slopes are gray with groo-groo palms, {33} or yellow with unknown flowering trees.

High against the sky-line, tiny knots and lumps are found to be gigantic trees.

Each glen has buried its streamlet a hundred feet in vegetation, above which, here and there, the gray stem and dark crown of some palmiste towers up like the mast of some great admiral.