150 WILD FLOWERS OF SCOTLAND 



write so vividly indeed, that I shall abandon my- 

 self to the thought that it is happening over again, 

 and write in the present. 



The hills at this point stand three miles back. 

 As I pass over the open country the sun continues 

 to climb higher, and the shadows shorten. At 

 length I cross a considerable stream, issuing from 

 Glen Prosen, and then I know that the very next 

 valley I come to is Clova. 



As one steps from the Lowland sandstones to 

 the Highland schists, a change, like that of the 

 strata, passes over the wild flowers. Familiar 

 forms are missed, while others take their place 

 and do their work. For each plant has its place 

 to fill, and work to do; except perhaps a few 

 gipsies, which settle on any waste piece of ground, 

 where they are left in peace. For obvious reasons, 

 such vagrants are not nearly so common in the 

 Highlands. 



It were long to tell everything which adds its 

 little to the general change. Details are alike 

 wearisome and uninstructive. Enough that I men- 

 tion one of the larger, perhaps the very largest, 

 contributors, leaving such of the rest as may strike 

 me to be picked up as I go along. 



The commonest flower of the plain is the daisy. 



