THE OUTDOOR WORLD. 



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A CAMP IN BEAR CANYON, SANDIA MOUNTAINS, NEW MEXICO. 



summer and some stay the whole sea- 

 son. 



"If thou art worn and hard beset. 

 With sorrows, that thou wouldst 



forget ; 

 If thou wouldst read a lesson, that 



will keep 

 Thy heart from fainting and thy soul 



from sleep 

 Go to the woods and hills ! No tears 

 Dim the sweet look that nature wears." 



A Honey Tree and Its Two Guests. 



BY OLIVE THORNE MILLER, GARVANZA, 

 CALIFORNIA. 



In front of my home in Southern 

 California stands one of the beautiful 

 trees of the country — a grevillia. It 

 is tall and shapely and green the year 

 around, with graceful, fine-cut foliage, 

 and through May and June it is really 

 splendid with exquisite clusters of blos- 

 soms of a dark gold color. 



Looked at from below, the clusters 

 with which the tree is loaded appear 

 to be in the shape and about the size 

 of a human hand, held out horizontally. 



and closely examined they are as won- 

 derful as they are beautiful. 



One hand — as I will call it — which 

 I had for close study was composed 

 of three finger-like parts, three or four 

 inches long, held a little away from 

 each other, and literally packed with 

 bloom, one finger in full flower, while 

 .the other two were still in bud, prom- 

 ising a long season of blossoming. 



The buds — more than seventy on 

 each finger and all of the same rich 

 color of the opened flower — were about 

 the size of the head of a common pin 

 and stood close together upon stems 

 nearlv half an inch lono-. 



But the finger containing open flow- 

 ers was most remarkable and impos- 

 sible to describe. Being Nature's 

 work it is unnecessary to say that the 

 tiny blossoms were as perfect in form 

 and color as the largest flower that 

 opens to the sun, and, and each one 

 held conspicuously out to view a min- 

 ute drop of glistening honey in a tiny 

 cun of rich crimson. 



To this tree with its myriad treasure 

 cu;)s we owe a great pleasure — the 



