110 BOULDER REVERIES. 



said that "Memory, imagination, old sentiments 

 and old associations are more readily reached 

 through the sense of smell than by almost any 

 other channel." The odor of the everlasting 

 serves me as a kind of opiate or narcotic. I 

 could almost lie still and live upon it. It al- 

 ways calls up, though indistinctly, autumn days 

 of long ago. 



Wandering farther adown the broad valley, I 

 catch a glimpse, as I round a bend, of a great 

 mass of yellow, gleaming above the omnipresent 

 purple of the ironweed. Toward it I take my 

 way and find a large clump of actinomeris rais- 

 ing its angled stems eight feet above the sward. 

 The bright yellow ray flowers, an inch or more 

 in length, are deflexed and very showy, while 

 the thirty or more loosely bunched disk flowers 

 are larger than those of most Composites, and in 

 themselves would attract the attention of a bot- 

 anist. The achene or fruit, is flat, winged and 

 armed with two weak awns. The odor of the 

 flowers is neither very strong nor pleasing, re- 

 sembling somewhat that of the wild sunflower. 

 This handsome, yellow-flowered Composites is 



