SHOSHONE LAND 



replenish, potentialities for food and cloth- 

 ing and shelter, for healing and beautify- 

 ing. 



When the rain is over and gone they 

 are stirred by the instinct of those that 

 journeyed eastward from Eden, and go up 

 each with his mate and young brood, like 

 birds to old nesting places. The begin- 

 ning of spring in Shoshone Land — oh 

 the soft wonder of it! — is a mistiness as 

 of incense smoke, a veil of afreenness over 

 the whitish stubby shrubs, a web of color 

 on the silver sanded soil. No counting 

 covers the multitude of rayed blossoms 

 that break suddenly underfoot in the brief 

 season of the winter rains, with silky furred 

 or prickly viscid foliage, or no foliage at all. 

 They are morning and evening bloomers 

 chiefly, and strong seeders. Years of scant 

 rains they lie shut and safe in the win- 

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