284 Flora of the Olympics. [ ZOE 
were the delicate little flowers of the wood wind-flower (Anemone 
nemorosa), a remarkably small form with flowers varying from white 
to blue. This little plant seems worthy of a varietal name; but I 
have been told by eminent authorities that intermediate forms are 
found. However this may be, I never have found them, neither have 
I ever found the small form in the neighborhood of the larger. The 
only times I ever found this form were in its present situation and in 
an ‘“‘oak-prairie’’ five miles southeast of Portland. On a moist, 
sunny bank near by was “pz/obium alpinum, and further on I col- 
lected a solitary specimen of Drummond’s wind-flower (Anemone 
Drummondii), the alpine meadow-sweet (Spirea betulefolia), | 
Drummond’s rush ( Funcus Drummondii), and Saxifraga stellaris 
now in blossom. The only other plant found by me not previously, 
described was the pretty grass, Deschampsia latifolia. The trave 
of this day was the most provoking I ever experienced, the most 
dangerous, and very fatiguing. It was one constant succession of 
climbing up one wall, down another; up one snow-bank, down an- 
other; creeping along a precipice, or walking along a sharp ‘‘ back- 
bone’’ upon the tops of eight-foot trees. Some idea can be had of 
the nature of our advance when I state that we left the former camp at 
6 o'clock A. M., stopped one hour at noon, and at six o’clock in the 
evening camped on a flat ledge of sandstone rocks not two miles from 
our ‘‘covert’’ of the night before. At six the next morning, after 
having blazed a tree and written thereon the object of our search, _ 
we were again onthe way, my botanical pack swelling visibly hour — 
by hour, but the contents of the haversack reduced to a slice of 
bacon, a handful of sugar and about a quart of cracker crumbs. 
We had accomplished the object of our mission, however, which 
was to satisfy ourselves that a trail up this south fork would be not 
only difficult and long, but hazardous, as the other side of the ridge 
seemed most forbidding for pack animals. We were convinced 
that the trail should go farther to the north, and this view being 
fixed in our minds, the next thing was to get back to camp as 
quickly as possible since our store of provisions was reduced to a 
minimum. Passing down the north side of this ridge, crossing the — 
creek at the bottom, and ascending the opposite ridge to the north, 
we found no small undertaking, and six hours were consumed in 
making, on a straight line, not over one mile and a half On the 
cold, wet bottoms of the north slope I found growing abundantly 
