84 LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN. 



All these birds, it will be noticed, were 

 such as I might have seen in Massachusetts ; 

 and indeed, the general appearance of things 

 about me was pleasantly homelike. Here 

 was much of the pretty striped wintergreen, 

 a special favorite of mine, with bird-foot 

 violets, the common white saxifrage (dear 

 to memory as the " Mayflower " of my child- 

 hood), the common wild geranium (cranes- 

 bill, which we were told was " good for 

 canker "), and maple-leaved viburnum. One 

 of the loveliest flowers was the pink oxalis, 

 and one of the commonest was a pink phlox ; 

 but I was most pleased, perhaps, with the 

 white stonecrop {Sedum ternaturn), patches 

 of which matted the ground, and just now 

 were in full bloom. The familiar look of 

 this plant was a puzzle to me. I cannot 

 remember to have seen it often in gardens, 

 and I am confident that I never found it be- 

 fore in a wild state except once, fifteen years 

 ago, at the Great Falls of the Potomac. 

 Yet here on Lookout Mountain it seemed 

 almost as much an old friend as the saxifrage 

 or the cranesbill. 



I ate my luncheon on Sunset Eock, which 

 literally overhangs the mountain side, and 



