90 GREEN TRAILS AND UPLAND PASTURES 



white viola Canadensis, or goldenrod beside lupine. 

 The palely purple to blue blossom of the clematis 

 columbiana grows shyly along such a bank, on vines that 

 run for the most part on the ground, or climb a little way 

 into the low, stunted branches of a limber pine. Near 

 them may be golden hairy hawkweed, and just across 

 the path on the edge of the cliff a clump of red heather, 

 or a gay group of pinkish purple pentstemon, one of the 

 showiest of the wild flowers. There is pink spiraea, too, 

 and bright, golden shrubby cinquefoil, wrongly known 

 as hardhack by our Berkshire farmers. Near it may be 

 a striking clump of the ascending milk vetch (astragalus 

 adsurgens), with its purple blooms. Another variety 

 (the Alpine milk vetch) is smaller and paler, and grows 

 above timber line. Both pink and white everlasting are 

 common, too. Indeed, the bank beside you is a per- 

 petually variegated garden, and on the other side, you 

 look down upon meadows which are gardens, too, 

 away to the far peaks. 



There are, of course, certain flowers which you come 

 to hold in peculiar affection, and certain spots where 

 they grow are ever after remembered. I shall never for- 

 get, for instance, the little pine-studded meadow at the 

 foot of Grinnell Lake. Beyond the lake the cliffs leap 

 up to the great white mass of Grinnell Glacier, hanging 

 on a lofty shelf of the Continental Divide. Over these 

 cliffs waterfalls descend like silver hair, their soft thunder 

 coming to you across the green lake. To right and 



