WOOD LILY. 



This pretty cluster of lilies I found in the woods in the 

 northern part of Oregon, through which runs the Oregon Short 

 Line Railroad. 



Long before the train stopped for dinner, I had noticed little 

 white flowers along the road-side, but so swiftly did we go 

 I could not tell even the shape of the blossoms. When the 

 dinner station was reached, I had a promise from the conductor 

 that he would not leave me ; so, while the others were taking 

 their dinner, I went into the woods and found this pretty cluster 

 of white lilies. They grow in little clumps, just as I have given 

 them to you. I carefully dug up this bunch, and arrived at the 

 car just as the passengers were ready to enter it. 



Making inquiries, I found I could spend the night and day 

 at the little house used for an eating station, and I decided to 

 remain over until the next train. 



I spent the afternoon in making my sketch. Having given 



up my dinner, I relished an early tea. Then came the twilight, 



-a scene I shall ever remember. The sky became a delicate 



pink, then gold, as the setting sun disappeared behind the 



forest. The voice of the birds was hushed. 



The little house which was to shelter me for the night was the 

 only one for miles around, and was situated in the heart of the 

 great woods. It was so quiet and peaceful, a rest I had not known 

 for weeks came to me. The people who kept the place seemed 



