A Thousand-Mile W alk 
ception of its amazing richness. Count the 
flowers of any portion of these twenty hills, or 
of the bottom of the Hollow, among the streams: 
you will find that there are from one to ten 
thousand upon every square yard, counting 
the heads of Composite as single flowers. Yel- 
low Composite form by far the greater portion 
of this goldy-way. Well may the sun feed them 
with his richest light, for these shining sunlets 
are his very children — rays of his ray, beams 
of his beam! One would fancy that these Cali- 
fornia days receive more gold from the ground 
than they give to it. The earth has indeed 
become a sky; and the two cloudless skies, ray- 
ing toward each other flower-beams and sun- 
beams, are fused and congolded into one glow- 
ing heaven. By the end of April most of the 
Hollow plants have ripened their seeds and 
died; but, undecayed, still assist the landscape 
with color from persistent involucres and co- 
rolla-like heads of chaffy scales. 
In May, only a few deep-set lilies and eriog- 
onums are left alive. June, July, August, and 
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