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weeds, as often happens among the rank growths far- 

 ther south. The flowers in the wildest profusion are 

 generally low, always delicate and mostly in beds of a 

 single species. The Lalique jewelry was the sensation 

 of the Paris Exposition of 1899. Yet here is Lalique 

 renewed and changed for every week in the season and 

 lavished on every square foot of a region 

 that is a million square miles in extent. 



Not a cranny in a rock but is seized 

 on at once by the eager little garden- 

 ers in charge and made a bed of bloom, 

 as though every inch of room were price- 

 less. And yet Nature here exemplifies 

 the law that our human gardeners are 

 only learning: "Mass your bloom, to 

 gain effect." 



As I stood on that hill, the foreground 

 was a broad stretch of old gold — the 

 shining sandy yellow of drying grass — but it was 

 patched with large scarlet mats of arctous that 

 would put red maple to its reddest blush. There was 

 no Highland heather here, but there were whole hill- 

 sides of purple red vaccinium, whose leaves were but 

 a shade less red than its luscious grape-hued fruit. 



Here were white ledums in roods and acre beds; 

 purple mairanias by the hundred acres, and, framed in 

 lilac rocks, were rich, rank meadows of golden-green 

 by the mile. 



There were leagues and leagues of caribou moss, pale 

 green or lilac, and a hundred others in clumps, that, 

 seeing here the glory of the painted mosses, were sim- 



Cloudberry 



