Valleys that open deep into the earth; mountains that lead the eye far up into heaven; plains that stretch to the horizon's verge, until the rim of the blue canopy seems to rest upon their limitless level; "rolling" landscapes, whose softly-turned ridges remind one of the wavy billows of the ocean.
Alas! word-painting can give but a faint idea of these scenes.

The pen can but feebly portray the grand and sublime effect produced upon the mind of him who gazes down into the deep valleys, or glances upward to the mighty mountains of Mexico.
Though feeble be the effort, I shall attempt a series of sketches from memory.

They are the panoramic views that present themselves during a single "Jornada." I stand upon the shores of the Mexican Gulf.

The waves lip gently up to my feet upon a beach of silvery sand.

The water is pure and translucent, of azure blue, here and there crested with the pearly froth of coral breakers.