A brilliant morning, and frosty.

A double suit of flannels is found necessary.

The plain is perfectly level, and seems to stretch away and away and away, dimming and softening, to the uttermost bounds of nowhere.

What a soaring, strenuous, gushing fountain spray of delicate greenery a bunch of bamboo is! As far as the eye can reach, these grand vegetable geysers grace the view, their spoutings refined to steam by distance.

And there are fields of bananas, with the sunshine glancing from the varnished surface of their drooping vast leaves.