Read the third paragraph from Muir's essay "Calypso Borealis" and answer the question.

[3] But when the sun was getting low and everything seemed most bewildering and discouraging, I found beautiful Calypso on the mossy bank of a stream, growing not in the ground but on a bed of yellow mosses in which its small white bulb had found a soft nest and from which its one leaf and one flower sprung. The flower was white and made the impression of the utmost simple purity like a snowflower. No other bloom was near it, for the bog a short distance below the surface was still frozen, and the water was ice cold. It seemed the most spiritual of all the flower people I had ever met. I sat down beside it and fairly cried for joy.

What happens in this paragraph?

Muir comes upon the rare and beautiful Calypso Borealis.
Muir cries from frustration and complete discouragement.
Muir encounters a large, soft bird's nest on a bed of moss.
Muir falls into the murky swamp water as the sun sets.