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blooming in the middle of July. Near Lake Yellowstone in the 
long grass of the marshes the shooting-star suggested our culti- 
vated Cyclamen in color and form. Here too were the white 
smartweed and a dwarf yellow evening-primrose. A blue lily 
and a light yellow Anemone grew where water from the roadside 
springs trickled down. 
It was a most stimulating experience to climb from some 7,500 
up to the 10,000 ft. of the summit of Mt. Washburn, and one’s 
eyes were bewildered in turning from the ever-widening view 
which, in the dry mountain-air stretched for fifty to seventy 
miles, to the variety of rock- and light-loving plants which made 
the roadside “with their beauty gay.” At the foot of the 
mountain there was an abundance of the low larkspur which is so 
injurious to cattle in the West, especially when it is uprooted 
after rains, so that they eat the root as well as the leaves. Along 
the slopes grew what might have been a snow-drop save for its 
yellow color. Higher up a yellow and a small red stonecrop 
formed their rosettes among the rocks. The white phlox, which 
had been seen in snowy patches along the tree-lined roadside, 
became small white stars, while at the bleak windy summit a 
crustaceous lichen formed the only vegetation. The descent on 
the southwestern slope of the mountain was through an Alpine 
garden, rivalling the high meadows of the Tyrol in splendor of 
color, in which the forget-me-not and other intensely blue 
flowers gave the prevailing tone. 
At Lost Creek a large-flowered member of the carrot family 
made the banks white and the beautiful pink blossoms of the 
twin-flower hid among its green leaves upon the pinnacled 
rocks, from which Lower Falls sent its white shaft down (100 ft.) 
to the water-worn boulders below. 
Close to the mud-geyser on the road to the cajion of the 
Yellowstone River, a little yellow Gerardia grew on the crusty 
lime formation in spite of the sulphurous odors which had killed 
the trees in the neighborhood. In the upper geyser-basin and 
at Mammoth Hot Springs the marvel was that so many things 
should grow in the vicinity of the geyser-cones. There were acres 
of the bluest of fringed gentians in Gibbon Meadows and these, 
