Neither too hot nor too cold, it was rich-soiled and capable of every temperate growth in its sunniest aspect.

Great rivers drained it, flowing into a great bay, almost a sea, many-armed as Briareus, affording safe and sheltered harbors.

Slowly, with beauty, the land mounted to the west.

The sun set behind wooded mountains, long wave-lines raised far back in geologic time.

The valleys were many and beautiful, watered by sliding streams.
Back to the east again, below the rolling land, were found the shimmering levels, the jewel-green marshes, the wide, slow waters, and at last upon the Atlantic shore the thunder of the rainbow-tinted surf.
Various and pleasing was the country.