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gathered; their validity has not been doubted byany subsequent 

 student of ferns, but they remain known only from the original 

 collections. To facilitate their rediscovery it appears desirable to 

 place on record the exact places at which the types were found. 

 Both were discovered at the base of San Jacinto Mountain, but on 

 opposite sides of it, in what was formerly San Diego, but is now 

 Riverside county. Ckeila?itkes Paris hit came from the eastern, or 

 desert, base of that mountain. Here, under its shelter, an arm 

 of the desert pushes in, and is watered by three streams which 

 drain its acclivities. A hot sulphur spring rises in the plain, 

 which gave the place its Spanish name of Agua Caliente. Twenty 

 years ago it was occupied only by Indians, who soaked away their 

 physical ills in the hot pool, and supplied their primitive wants 

 from the produce of their gardens, aided by the fruits of the palm, 

 the mesquite and other native vegetation. Perhaps it is best 

 barely to refer to the snakes, caterpillars and other animal food 

 which gave a relish to this vegetarian diet. But this is all changed 

 now, even the name. A little hamlet, called Palmdale — or some- 

 times Palm Springs — clusters around the sulphur spring, the few 

 Indians who remain are crowded to the outskirts, and the valley 

 is occupied by vineyards and apricot orchards, which ripen their 

 fruits long before any others in Southern California. The inhab- 

 itants are almost exclusively sufferers from lung troubles, who 

 find life in this warm and dry atmosphere. The altitude is but 

 500 feet above sea level, and the climate is charming in winter, 

 but in summer the place is an oven. The natural vegetation is 

 abundant and varied, and I know of no place where a botanist 

 could spend a fortnight of his winter vacation in California amidst 

 a more novel and interesting flora. 



Some three miles up the valley from the springs a cluster of 

 a few houses and orchards bears the enticing name of "The Gar- 

 den of Eden." Opposite comes down a canon, from which the 

 Garden is watered. An Indian named Andreas used to live at its 

 mouth, and from him it was called Andreas' canon. Up it ran a 

 difficult trail, leading to nowhere. Perhaps three miles, or it may 

 be more or less, for the distance is a guess at this length of time, 

 this trail crossed over a low ridge of the mountain to avoid the 

 narrow gorge through which the stream at that point flows, and 

 just above it came to an end, under a cliff on the left bank. The 

 slope at its foot was covered with Ayenia pusilla L., the only 

 place where I have seen this plant growing. Here we sat down 



