A Peiistemoii 
On the opposite page is a picture of 
our Mountain Camp. 
One day a man brought in a bright rose- 
colored flower. We thought it the pret¬ 
tiest one of the mountains. It looked 
much like a Monkey Flower, but the 
throat of the blossom was open. 
We hunted a day for this rare flower. 
When we found it, it was growing out of 
the crevasses of rocks far above us. We 
had a hard time to get it. 
It creeps along the rocks. Its leaves 
are small and opposite. 
The flowers are an inch long. 
No. 25. 
