On the one side are cliffs of mountains, with caves in their sides, and from these caves I see come out many creatures; the band-fish, a long ribbon of silver with rose shining through; the Isabelle fish, it is violet and green and gold, like a queen.

Under my feet, see, Colorado! sand white like the snow of your winter, fine, shining with many bright sparks.

And this is a garden; for all on every hand flowers are growing.

You have seen a cactus, that some lady keeps very careful in her window, tending that it die not?
Yes! Here is the white ground covered with these flowers completely, only of more size hugely, crimson, pale, the heart of a rose, the heart of a young maiden.

Sea-anemones are these, Colorado, many, many kinds, all very fine to see.