THE JUNE MEADOWS 67 



Lychnis and Anthericum, winding through copse 

 and forest-edge peopled with Everlasting Pea and 

 Alpine Eglantine, we arrive by entrancing stages 

 amid crowded meadows of Salvia, Bistort, Ranun- 

 culus, Campion, Marguerite, Geranium, Campa- 

 nula, and Phyteuma — meadows which, in long and 

 wide-flung swell, sweep like a multi-coloured wave 

 to lave the snowy sides and graceful, flowing forms 

 of the Groupe du Grand Saint-Bernard and Grand 

 Golliaz. 



Used as I am to the glories of the mountain 

 flora, I am moved afresh to wonder each time I 

 come intimately amongst them, and such a walk as I 

 took this day, the 15th of June, is always a revela- 

 tion. From the very start to the very finish there 

 was a continuous procession of as amazingly rich 

 and variedly coloured fields as, surely, any quarter 

 of the globe would find it difficult to surpass. 

 Sometimes the predominant colour was clear 

 yellow, sometimes rich French blue, and not in- 

 frequently, when there was no such distinct pre- 

 dominance, the fields, especially when the sun 

 was at the back of me, were as bewildering as, 

 I imagine, would be fields flashing with a profusion 

 of every known gem. Steep grassy slopes — in 

 places almost perpendicular ; long, hot stretches of 



