MORMON LILIES 



freckled like the petals of Fritillaria atropur~ 

 purea. They are fruit rather than flower — 

 good brown bread. But down in the San Pitch 

 Valley at Gunnison, I discovered a genuine 

 lily, happily named Lily Young. She is a 

 granddaughter of Brigham Young, slender and 

 graceful, with lily-white cheeks tinted with 

 clear rose. She was brought up in the old Salt 

 Lake Zion House, but by some strange chance 

 has been transplanted to this wilderness, where 

 she blooms alone, the "Lily of San Pitch." 

 Pitch is an old Indian, who, I suppose, pitched 

 into the settlers and thus acquired fame enough 

 to give name to the valley. Here I feel uneasy 

 about the name of this lily, for the compositors 

 have a perverse trick of making me say all 

 kinds of absurd things wholly unwarranted by 

 plain copy, and I fear that the "Lily of San 

 Pitch " will appear in print as the widow of Sam 

 Patch. But, however this may be, among my 

 memories of this strange land, that Oquirrh 

 mountain, with its golden liUes, will ever rise 

 in clear relief, and associated with them will 

 always be the Mormon lily of San Pitch. 



