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the tips of the plant these ahnost transparent, dehcate Httle bhie 

 blossoms were flowered. They swayed constantly, as if nodding 

 their thanks tor the morning siui and the fresh mountain air 

 oiven them. It was a lovely picture — one I will not soon forget. 

 I fear that my brush has made but a poor representation of it. 



I asked my new-found friend the name of this, his favorite 

 fl(nver. "Oh, a gcxxl bit ago me and Betsey named it fairy-lily, 

 arter our little Lily we left back in the States." I thought it 

 appropriately named, and.s.o we will call it "the fairy lily." I am 

 unable to find its botanical name, and doubt its ha\'ing one. It 

 belongs to the Linum family. 



Perhaps the hardest day spent at Cimarron was the one 

 selected for our jMcnic. It was to be spent in one of the pretty 

 parks on a mountain about two miles from cam|). The road 

 to the park was only a trail, and to get there we must go on horse- 

 back. It was easy to say go on horseback — but where were the 

 horses ? 



Mr. Smith had been engaged to take a latcl}' ai-ri\ed part)' 

 out hunting, and expected to be gone for several da\ s ; but "he 

 guessed he could rig us up on some burros he had. rhe\- were 

 good travelers — slow, but sure." I wish )'ou could , hax'e seen 

 them when they were brought to us "all saddled and bridled." 

 Six worse loi^kinLT animals I never saw. Thev looked all ears. 

 The saddles were too large, and, to make them fit, pieces of carpet, 

 gunnysack and old blankets had been placed under them. The 

 laro'cst burro had a bell attached to his neck, and we were told 



