Here the rancho is built of unburnt bricks (_adobe's_)--a mud cabin, often inclosed by hedges of the columnar cactus.

Here are whole villages of such huts, inhabited by the dark-skinned descendants of the ancient Aztecs.
Fertile fields are around me.

I behold the maguey of culture (_Agave Americana_), in all its giant proportions.

The lance-like blades of the zea maize wave with a rich rustling in the breeze, for here that beautiful plant grows in its greatest luxuriance.

Immense plains are covered with wheat, with capsicum, and the Spanish bean (_frijoles_).
My eyes are gladdened by the sight of roses climbing along the wall or twining the portal.