254 Flora of the Olympics. [ ZOE 
_ Piper of Seattle shall have gone over the ground as carefully as he 
did after my return this summer. I had hoped to excite envy in 
the breasts of many of my botanical friends by my rare “ finds.” 
I see on the table before me, as the result of my six weeks’ “ cruise,” — 
two or three possibly new species. I had hoped to write a paper 
which should attract the notice of many scientific men to this 
flowery El Dorado; I find that I must content myself with the 
description of a flora trite in the extreme to those who are ac- 
quainted with the plants of the northwest. If, however, I shall have 
established an acquaintance between some of our pretty, modest 
flowers, or grand trees, and any lovers of Nature technically unac- 
quainted with them; if I shall have brought home to any heart 
those beautiful lines of Bryant’s Thanatopsis: 
** To him, who in the love of Nature, 
Holds communion with her visible forms, 
She speaks a various language. For his gayer hours 
She has a voice of gladness, and asmile 
And eloquence of beauty; and she glides 
Into his darker musings, with a mild 
And gentle sympathy, that steals away 
Their sharpness e’er he is aware,” 
I shall take pleasure in thinking that these six weeks were not lost 
time. 
After a vexatious, unavoidable, but none the less aggravating de- 
lay, to the writer, who had but a limited time at his disposal, the 
little steamer Louise landed us, men, mules and merchandise, on 
the beach at Lilliwaup, then a mere landing place, now a ‘‘ flourish- 
ing townsite ’’ (God save the mark!), on the beautiful and romantic 
Hood’s Canal, and about eight miles from Union City. Here 
was ‘‘the best and nearest trail to Lake Cushman,” as we were 
told by the veracious officers of the boat, who, we were after- 
wards informed, had quite an “interest” in the townsite, and who 
were, naturally, we may imagine, entirely opposed to our landing 
at Hoodsport, four miles further down the canal, and from which 
‘‘ rival town,” as we afterwards found out, there was a beautiful and 
well cleared trail to Lake Cushman. May the officers of that boat 
and the “townsmen”’ of that first “ site’’ be forgiven for the vexa- 
tion, exasperation, delay, disappointment, and, to our animals, suf- 
fering, that first eight or ten miles caused us and them, coming as _ 
