A Thousand-Mile Walk 
cover the ground with their leaves as at the 
North. Strange plants are crowding about me 
now. Scarce a familiar face appears among all 
the flowers of the day’s walk. 
September 29. To-day I met a magnificent 
grass, ten or twelve feet in stature, with a 
superb panicle of glossy purple flowers. Its 
leaves, too, are of princely mould and dimen- 
sions. Its home is in sunny meadows and along 
the wet borders of slow streams and swamps. 
It seems to be fully aware of its high rank, and 
waves with the grace and solemn majesty of 
a mountain pine. I wish I could place one of 
these regal plants among the grass settlements 
of our Western prairies. Surely every panicle 
would wave and bow in joyous allegiance and 
acknowledge their king. 
September 30. Between Thomson and Augusta 
I found many new and beautiful grasses, tall 
gerardias, liatris, club mosses, etc. Here, too, 
is the northern limit of the remarkable long- 
leafed pine, a tree from sixty to seventy feet 
in height, from twenty to thirty inches in 
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