THE MIDSUMMER FLOWERS. 
Down the glimmering lake there are miles of silence and still waters 
and green shores, overhung with a multitudinous and scattered fleet of 
purple and golden clouds, now furling their idle sails and drifting away 
into the vast harbor of the South. 
— Hiccinson — Out-Door Papers. 
The traveler in the remote southwest of the United 
States, in that part originally settled by the Spaniards, 
cannot but appreciate the poetic impulse which led the 
early explorers of that region to call the rare springs in 
that arid land ojos, the Spanish for eyes. Ojo Oso, Ojo 
de Vaca, Ojo Caliente were and are the eyes of the 
landscape, giving it life and beauty; light shines out of 
them. 
In our New England landscape the numerous 
ponds and lakes are as truly bright and flashing eyes, 
when seen from some hill or mountain-top, as any of 
the springs in the desert, but our familiarity with them 
may prevent us from appreciating their entire beauty. 
Yet we might pine for them, if we were far away, as 
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