The Mountaineer 37 



up on the hillside, green hellebore {veratrum viride), 

 gracefully waving his green ribbon pennants, apparent- 

 ly with no consciousness that he is the greatest fever 

 remedy in the world, and squaw grass, or Indian bas- 

 ket grass {xerophyllum tenax), stretching high his 

 fluffy, feathery tow-head to catch a last glimpse of his 

 departing guests. 



THE DOG-TOOTH VIOLET. 



Edmond S. Meany. 



In the mountain's hanging gardens 



I roamed in joy today 

 And saw a lavish treasure 



In flowers that strewed the way. 



They nod and sing a welcome, 

 They speak to those who know 



Of life and love in summer, 

 Of sleep beneath the snow. 



And one with snowy petals 



My memory ever thrills. 

 Thou art purest and the fairest, 



Sweet lily of the hills. 



