116 East and West 
below, to find myself instantly in a sylvan 
retreat where a stream meanders over its 
shaly bed under maples and birch and bass- 
wood, with white pines on the steep slopes 
above; where turns in the ravine yield vistas 
woodsy and enticing and where the flowers are 
left to themselves. Here they remain as ina 
reservation of their own and may it be long 
before the white settler encroaches. Here 
coltsfoot and wild ginger, trilliums and ery- 
thronium, spring-beauty and hepatica bloom 
together at the water’s edge: a lovable race 
peopling the ravine—so delicate, so silent, so 
humble, yet exerting such subtle power to 
quell the rude and turbulent thoughts of 
man, which presently slink away, vanquished 
without a blow. You shall find here the 
yellow cypripedium and the fringed polygala, 
and I adjure you by all the gods of the glen 
that you leave them where you find them, 
that their days may be long in the land. 
Of the Finger Lakes which give to the region 
its name, none perhaps have more variety 
and charm than Canandaigua—perhaps, for 
to the seeing eye all lakes are beautiful, 
while to the commercial eye the more ethereal 
graces are never revealed. Throughout the 
region there are the wheat-fields, the bobo- 
