42 WILD I'l.OWKRS OF COLORADO. 



" Oh," said one of the men, " I have attended many banquets 

 and dinner-parties, ])ut I have ne\er enjoyed one as much as 

 this," and helping- himself to another piece of trout and the last 

 boiled egg, he was oblivious to e\ery thing arountl liim. 



While Dick had gone to show the ])lace in tlie river that had 

 furnished the trout for dinner, ]\Ir. Smith offered to take the 

 ladies for a drive, and, it we liked, he would show us the place 

 where they killed Jackson. "It was only a mile or two away," 

 he said. 



A more lonely, desolate looking place would be hard to 

 imagine. A few feet from the spot where the Indians did their 

 cruel work grew, like a living monument, this e})ilobiimi, or 

 butterfly-flower. I begged the [)arty to wait antl allow me to 

 make a painting of it as a souvenir of the lonely place v.hich 

 history has niade famous. The epilol^ium is a common flov jr in 

 this State. It grows sometimes three and loin- feet high. The 

 leaves are lart^e and rank. It flowers from Au<>'ust until late fall. 



All pronounced the day a success. We reached camj) at 

 Cimarron just before dark. 1 he little account book was brought 

 out, and a flattering number of flsh caught was placed before each 

 man's name. 



Arising very early one mornmg I decided to take a cup 

 of coffee and tlien go into the Black Canyon and make a sketch 

 of some thimble blossoms I had seen growing there. The morn- 

 ing was beautiful. The canyon looked more grand to rne in the 

 early morning light than at any time l^efore. The mountains 



