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the tips of the plnnt these almost transparent, deh'cate Httle l)hic 

 blossoms were flowered. They swayed a.nstantly, as if nodding 

 their thanks for the morning sun and the fresh mountain ai^i^ 

 given them. It was a lovely pieture-one I will not soon forget. 

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



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

 flower. -Oh, a good hit ago me and Betsey named it fairy-lily, 

 arter our little Lil; we left hack in the States." I thought it 

 appropriately named, and.'io we will call it "the fairy lily." I am 

 unable to find its botanical name, and doubt its having one. It 

 belongs to the Linum family. 



Perhai)s the hardest day spent at Cimarron was the one 

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

 parks on a mountain about tw^o miles from camp. 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 lately arrived party 

 out hunting, and expected to be gone for several days; hut - he 

 guessed he could rig us up on some burros he had. The)- were 

 good travelers-sl()w^ but sure." I wish you could . have seen 

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

 Six worse looking animals I never saw. They looked all ears. 

 The saddles w^ere too large, and, to make them fit, pieces of carpet, 

 gunnysack and old blankets had been placed under them. The 

 largest burro had a bell attached to his neck, and we were told 



