The San Francisco Argonaut says, "For what purpose the Colorado desert was made is one of those mysteries whicli have so far proved past finding out- so utterly barren, so apparently worthless, so dreary and desolate, so scorched with a blazing sun, so blistered with burniug winds. The roeky liills that bound it are more forbidding than the dreary desolation of the sandy plains. The hills are absolutely destitute of verdun, treeless, soilless, colorless. Through the center of the plain, and parallel with the oad, runs a mountatn range of shiftng sand, like snows piled up in banks, rifting and moviiig wilh the winds. 'he plain is not entirely dostitute of egetation, but the vegetation ia as worthless as tliB sand in which it ;rows. Thero runs midway between an Bernardina and Yurna one small, eautiful streani of clear sweet water, properly named the 'Whitewater,' but along its pebbly margin there grows no flower, shrub nor tree.