If one could stir a portion of the Caribbean Sea into Lake Geneva, the correct tint could be obtained.

Thirty miles of snow sheds announce progress in the journey to the Pacific.

There is still heat and dust, but beside the road are villages; and there are even fountains.
Each stream is a treasure, and its banks are rich with verdure.

There are sleek cows on bright grass.

The mountains are no longer forbidding.