To California 
for every flower creature that dwells in its most 
delightsome places more than a hundred are 
living here. Here, here is Florida! Here they 
are not sprinkled apart with grass between as 
on our prairies, but grasses are sprinkled among 
the flowers; not as in Cuba, flowers piled upon 
flowers, heaped and gathered into deep, glow- 
ing masses, but side by side, flower to flower, 
petal to petal, touching but not entwined, 
branches weaving past and past each other, 
yet free and separate — one smooth garment, 
mosses next the ground, grasses above, petaled 
flowers between. 
Before studying the flowers of this valley and 
their sky, and all of the furniture and sounds 
and adornments of their home, one can scarce 
believe that their vast assemblies are perma- 
nent; but rather that, actuated by some plant 
purpose, they had convened from every plain 
and mountain and meadow of their kingdom, 
and that the different coloring of patches, acres, 
and miles marks the bounds of the various 
tribes and family encampments. 
