CHAPTER XI 
ELYSIAN FIELDS 
HEN, early in April, I came to take a 
more extended jaunt into the region 
beyond the mountain ramparts, the entire 
range was covered with the bloom of the 
white ceanothus which near at hand suggested 
a light fall of snow. Everything that earlier 
in the season had been rare was now abundant. 
There were no longer solitary flowers of any 
kind but legions of blossoms; no longer indi- 
viduals but masses, fields of bloom—Elysian 
fields surely. 
The first night was spent at Snyder’s on 
the range and here cyclamen was encountered 
in abundance. All around the orchard and 
field, all through the straggling grain, were 
these lovely shooting stars,— 
Ten thousand saw I at a glance, 
Waving their heads in sprightly dance,— 
some tall, some short, some rose purple, 
others pale lilac or of a crimson hue. No 
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