And rivers shone, one great river and many lesser streams.

And we saw afar many plumes of smoke from many villages, and we made out maize fields, for the plain was populous.

_Vega Real_! So lovely was it in that bright eve! The very pain of the day made it lovelier.
The high grassy space ran upon one side to sheer precipice, dropping clear two hundred feet.

But there was camping ground enough--and the sun almost touched the far, violet earth.
The Indians threw themselves down.

When they had supper they would eat it, when they had it not they would wait for breakfast.