It was cold enough there.' But here a twist in the stream brought us out from the bushes, and Oswald said-- 'Here is strange, wild, tropical vegetation in the richest profusion.
Such blossoms as these never opened in a frigid what's-its-name.' It was indeed true.

We had come out into a sort of marshy, swampy place like I think, a jungle is, that the stream ran through, and it was simply crammed with queer plants, and flowers we never saw before or since.

And the stream was quite thin.

It was torridly hot, and softish to walk on.

There were rushes and reeds and small willows, and it was all tangled over with different sorts of grasses--and pools here and there.