150 WITH EARTH AND SKY 
On the shore of this unfickle sea foam far from 
home were ranks on ranks of tiger lilies. I never 
had seen that before. Wild tiger lilies had I 
seen, but by fews, never by manys. What a 
coronation for a place and day! One tiger lily 
with its brick tint and its spots of black paled 
a little as of a faded blackbird wing, is sufficient 
to thrill the moment of discovery. I have many 
such moments in my memory; but I had not 
seen them in companies; only in little bunches 
like a family with mother, father, and a few 
children. Here they wandered in literal multi- 
tudes, a colony of enticing chrome tints like a 
multitude of children off on holiday. 
Swift on the track of this gift of the day was 
such a tumult of wild tansy as I had never been 
witness of. Tall and stately but multitudinous 
and in color of flower like old ivory. Watch them, 
reader of this itinerary—the red and spotted tiger 
lily with its happy territory invaded by the stately 
tread of ivory-white flowers, every one erect as a 
soldier on duty and many, many marching, march- 
ing. Would you had been there with me! 
Then at a turn of the stair of that day the wild 
drift of a field of flax in delicate flower of 
exquisite and attenuated blue to rim this profuse 
variegation of uninvited neighborliness. Blue sky 
windows above; blue flax flower below on the 
ground, a faint sapphire flooring for the dome 
blue and a rimming for the flower fields where 
the angels had been glad to stay. 
