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blossom. That one stem, therefore, is prepared 

 to open fresh flowers every day for a long time. 



The plant is exquisitely beautiful, for the 

 whole thing, from the stem to the flower petals, 

 is of a delicate, light pea-green. The blossom 

 opens like a star, with four stamens and four 

 petals. The description sounds mathematical, 

 but the plant is graceful a veritable sym- 

 phony in green. 



A truly royal bouquet stands on my table 

 three spikes of yucca flowers in a tall vase, the 

 middle one three feet high, bearing fifty blos- 

 soms and buds, of large size and a pink color ; 

 on its right, one a little less in size, with long 

 creamy cups fully open ; and on the left another, 

 set with round greenish balls, not so open as 

 cups. They are distinctly different, but each 

 seems more exquisite than the other, and their 

 fragrance fills the room. In fact it is so over- 

 powering that when at night I close the door 

 opening into the grove, I shut the vase and its 

 contents outside. 



This grand flower is the glory of the mesa or 

 table-land at the foot of this range of the Rocky 

 Mountains the Cheyenne Range. Where no 

 grass that we name grass will grow, where 

 trees die for want of water, these noble spikes 

 of flowers dot the bare plains in profusion. 



It is the rich possessor of three names. To 



