The bluff itself is low a bare ten feejt, 

 with big rocks standing out all over the sheer 

 face of it. A big hill crowns it, and goes up 

 to the level of the plateau behind. There 

 the water-nymphs have their flower-garden. 

 Anemones grow there ; daisies ; violets ; the 

 wild cowslips, with flower like the hot-house 

 cyclamen; sweet williams ; blue-flag; colum- 

 bine, purple and scarlet ; sweet brier and 

 bramble rose; and white August lilies. Be- 

 side them a great multitude of nameless, 

 delicately beautiful things. There is one 

 trailer whose leaf recalls the mimosa, and 

 whose white blossom seems a cluster of 

 sweet-peas made for fairy wearing. Another 

 hangs out a fringe of white cups, shaped like 

 the lily -of -the -valley; and still another 

 shakes long, yellow, gold - dusty tassels in 

 each sweet spring wind. The chiefest of 

 them though is a vine, a woody climber, with 

 handsome, dark green leaves and flowers of 

 true wall-flower yellow, but in shape and size 

 like a nasturtium. The root of it loves 

 water, and the richness of crumbling rock. 

 It grows at the water-side, and clambers up 

 the rocky face to fling down torrents of 

 trailing bloom. The native purple wistaria 

 has much the same habit. Its pale, pendu- 

 lous clusters make the creek-side throughout 



