It is a beautiful land, with its open savannahs, its wooded glens, its heathy mountains, its green and undulating parks--nature's plantations! Pleasant to the eye is the sight of the colonists' sheltered farms, surrounded by waving cornfields, and backed by noble mountains, ascending in the distance, one above another, assuming every hue it is possible to imagine, and finally blending their purple heights with clouds all radiant with gold, or shaping themselves into canopies of sombre colouring, and veiling the glories of heaven from the upturned gaze of man. But from these scenes the traveller may suddenly find himself translated to the most sterile moors, stretching out in apparently illi…
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