One thinks, as he presses forward, that some gloomy Fate finds harbor in the place.

All around, far as the eye may see, it looks in vain for relief in variety.

There still stretch the dreary wastes, the dull woods, the long sandy tracts, and the rude hills that send out no voices, and hang out no lights for the encouragement of the civilized man.

Such is the prospect that meets the sad and searching eyes of the wayfarer, as they dart on every side seeking in vain for solace.
Yet, though thus barren upon the surface to the eye, the dreary region in which we now find ourselves, is very far from wanting in resources, such as not only woo the eyes, but win the very soul of civilization.

We are upon the very threshold of the gold country, so famous for its prolific promise of the precious metal; far exceeding, in the contemplation of the knowing, the lavish abundance of Mexico and of Peru, in their palmiest and most prosperous condition.