in the shade; on the other not often above 90 deg..

New Zealand, too, is a land of cliffs, ridges, peaks, and cones.

Some of the loftier volcanoes are still active, and the vapour of their craters mounts skyward above white fields of eternal snow.

The whole length of the South Island is ridged by Alpine ranges, which, though not quite equal in height to the giants of Switzerland, do not lose by comparison with the finest of the Pyrenees.
No man with an eye for the beautiful or the novel would call Australia either unlovely or dull.

It is not, however, a land of sharp and sudden contrasts: New Zealand is.
The Australian woods, too, are park-like: their trees, though interesting, and by no means without charm, have a strong family likeness.