SOME HUMBLE ORCHIDS 



"Look where your hand is resting among the 

 leaves," I said. 



There on a sloping bit between two rocks, so 

 steep that the earth could not have lodged except 

 for the twigs and wood debris, that made a pocket, 

 nestled rosettes of round green leaves netted with 

 white veins. From each tuft grew a shaft ending 

 in a cone-shaped spike of small, pouched flowers, 

 that glistened in the light with the crystal white- 

 ness of the Indian Pipe, tinged with green shadows. 

 "There is the nice cool Orchid in 

 a shady place within sound of running 



