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THE COLORADO SERIES

THE PROCESSION
OF FLOWERS IN
COLOR ADO

THE

PROCESSION OF FLOWERS

IN

COLORADO

THE

PROCESSION OF FLOWERS

IN

COLORADO.

HELEN JACKSON,

illustrated.

BOSTON:
ROBERTS BROTHERS.

1897-

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Copyright, 1878, 1897,
BY ROBERTS BROTHERS.

SJmtersttg ^3rcss :
JOHN WILSON AND SON, CAMBRIDGE, U.S.A.

GMMPTON ACCESMO*

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MifCftOFT UBRABY

JUl. 25.1938

THE PROCESSION OF FLOWERS IN
COLORADO.

SUPPOSE the little black boys who hang
on lamp-posts along the route of a grand
city procession are not the best reporters of
the parade. They do not know the names
of the officials, and they would be likely to
have very vague ideas as to the number of minutes it took
the procession to pass any given point ; but nobody in all
the crowd will have a more vivid impression of the trap-
pings of the show, of the colors and the shapes, and of
the tunes the bands played. I am fitted for a chronicler
of the procession of flowers in Colorado only as little black
boys are for chroniclers of Fourth of July processions, Of
the names of the dignitaries, and the times at which they
reached particular places, I am sadly ignorant ; but there

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Flowers in Colorado.

is hardly a color or a shape I do not know by sight and
by heart, and as for the music of delight which the bands
play, its memory is so vivid with me that I think its
rhythm would never cease to cheer me if I were ban-
ished for ever to Arctic snows.

The first Colorado flower I saw was the great blue
windflower, or anemone. It was brought to me one
morning, late in April, when snow was lying on the
ground, and our strange spring-winter seemed to be com-
ing on fiercely. The flower was only half open, and only
half way out of a gray, furry sheath some two inches long ;
it looked like a Maltese kitten's head, with sharp-pointed
blue ears, — the daintiest, most wrapped-up little blossom.
" A crocus, out in chinchilla fur ! " I exclaimed.

" Not a crocus at all ; an anemone," said they who
knew.

It is very hard, at first, to believe that these anemones
do not belong to the crocus family. They push up through
the earth in clusters of conical, gray, hairy buds, and open
cautiously, an inch or two from the ground, precisely as
the crocuses do ; but day by day, inches at a time, the
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Flowers in Colorado.

stem pushes up,
until you sud-
denly find some
day in a spot
where you left
low clumps of
what you will
persist, for a
time, in calling
blue crocuses,
great bunches
of waving blue
flowers, on slender stems from six to twelve inches high,
the blossoms grown larger and opened wider, till they look
like small tulip cups, like the Italian anemones. A week
or two later you find at the base of these clumps a beau-
tiful fringing mat of leaves, resembling the buttercup leaf,
but much more deeply and numerously slashed on the
edges. These, too, grow at last away from the ground,
and wave in the air ; and by the time they are well up,
many of the flowers have gone to seed, and on the top

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Flowers in Colorado.

of each stem flutters a great ball of fine, feathery seed
plumes, of a green or claret color, almost as beautiful
as the blossom itself. These anemones grow in great
profusion on the foot-hills of the mountains to the west
of Colorado Springs. They grow even along the road-
sides, at Manitou. They have, apparently, caprices of
fondness for certain localities, for you shall find one ridge
blue with them, and another, near by, without a single
flower.

About the same time as the anemone, or a little before,
comes the low white daisy, harbinger of spring in Colorado,
as is the epigaea in New England. This little blossom
opens at first, like the anemone, close to the ground, and in
thick-set mats, the stems so short, you can get the flower
only by uprooting the whole mat. It has a central root
like a turnip, from which all the mats radiate, sometimes a
dozen from one root. Take five or six of these home, and
fill a low dish with them, and the little brown blades of
leaves will freshen and grow up like grass, and the daisies
will peer up higher and higher, until the dish looks like a
bit of a waving field of daisies.
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Flowers in Colorado.

Next after these comes the mountain hyacinth, popularly
so called for no other reason than that its odor is like the
odor of the hyacinth. It is in reality a lily. It is the most
ethereal and delicate of all our wild flowers, and yet it
springs up, like the commonest of weeds, in the com-
monest of places ; even in the dusty edges of the streets,
so close to the ruts that wheels crush it, it lifts its snowy
chalice. On neglected opens, in pathways trodden every
day, you may see these lilies by dozens, trampled down ;
and yet at first sight you would take them for rare and
fragile exotics. The blossom is star-shaped, almost pre-
cisely like the white jessamine, and of such fine and
transparent texture that it is almost impossible to press it ;
one, two, sometimes half a dozen flowers, rising only two
or three inches high from the centre of a little bunch of
slender green leaves, in shape like the blades of the old-
fashioned garden-pink, but of a bright green color. It is
one of the purest looking blossoms. To see it as we do,
growing lavishly in highways, trodden under foot of man
and beast, is a perpetual marvel which is never quite free
from pain.

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Flowers in Colorado.

After these three forerunners comes a great outburst
of flowering : yellow daisies of several varieties, yellow
mustard, a fine feathery, white flower, and vetches of all
sizes, shapes, colors, more than you can count. And here
I am not speaking of what happens in nooks and corners
of the foot-hills, in fields, or by-ways, or places hard to
come at. I am speaking of what happens in the streets of
Colorado Springs, along all the edges of the sidewalks, in
little spaces left at crossings, in unoccupied lots, — in
short, everywhere in the town where man and his houses
have left room. It is not the usual commonplace of exag-
geration ; it is only the simplest and most graphic form of
exact statement you can find, to say that by the middle
of June the ground is a mosaic of color. The vetches are
bewildering. There are sixteen varieties of vetch which
grow in one small piece of table-land between the Colorado
Springs Hotel and the railroad station. They are white,
with purple markings, all shades of purple, and all shades
of red ; some of them grow in spikes, standing erect ;
some in scrambling and running vines, with clusters of
flowers ; some with single blossoms, like the sweet-pea,
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Flowers in Colorado.

and as varied in color. They all lie comparatively low,
partly from the want of bushes and shrubs to climb on,
partly because they are too wise to go very far away from
their limited water supply in so dry a coun-
try ; they must keep close to the ground, or
choke. That this is a bit of specific precau-
tion on their part, and not a peculiarity of
their varieties, is proved by the fact that all
along the creeks, in the cotton-wood and
willow copses, we find the same vetches
growing up boldly many feet into the air,
just as they do in Italy, leaping from shrub
to shrub, and catching hold on anything
which comes to hand.

By the third week in June, we have added
to these brilliant parterres of red, purple,
white, and yellow in our streets the superb
spikes of the blue pentstemon. This is a
flower of which I despair to give any idea to
one a stranger to it. The blossoms are shaped
like the common foxglove blossom ; they grow

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Flowers in Colorado.

on the stems in single, double, or triple rows, as may be.
I have seen stems so tight packed with blossoms that they
could not stand erect, but bent over, like a bough too
heavily loaded with fruit. Before the blue pentstemon
opens, it is a delicate pink bud ; when it first opens, it is a
clear, bright blue, as blue as the sky ; day by day its tints
change, sometimes to a purplish-blue ; sometimes back
again towards its childhood's pink, so that out of a hun-
dred spikes of blue pentstemon you shall see no two of
precisely the same tint ; when they are their deepest, most
purple blue, they look like burnished steel ; when they are
at their palest pink, they are as delicate as a pink apple-
blossom. O New Englander ! groping reverently among
scattered sunny knolls and in moist wood depths for scanty
handfuls of pale blossoms, what would you do at such a
banquet as this, spread before you whenever you stepped
outside your door, lying between you and the post-office
every day ? For, let me repeat, these flowers of which I have
spoken thus far are only the flowers which grow wild in our
streets, and there are yet many that I have not mentioned :
there is the dark blue spider-wort, which is everywhere ;
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Flowers in Colorado.

and there are several yellow flowers, and one of pale pink,
and several of white, I recollect, whose names I do not
know ; neither do I know how to describe their shapes.
I am as helpless as the little black boy on the Fourth
of July, — I can describe only the colors.

Leaving the streets of the town, and going southwest
towards the foot-hills of the Cheyenne Mountain, we come
to a new and a daintier show. As soon as we strike the
line of the little creek which we must follow up among
the hills, we find copses of wild plum and wild roses in
full bloom. The wild rose grows here in great thickets, as
the black alder grows in New England swamps. The trees
are above your head, and each bough is so full of roses it
would seem an impossibility for it to hold one rose more.
We bear wild roses home, by whole trees, and keep them
in our rooms in great masses which will well-nigh fill a
window. I have more than once tried to count the roses
on such a sheaf in my window, and have given it up.

Along the banks of the brook are white daisies and
pink ; vetches, and lupines, white, yellow, and purple. The
yellow ones grow in superb spikes, one or two feet from

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the ground ; and the white ones in great branching plants,
six or seven from a single root. On the first slopes of the
foot-hills begins the gilia. This is a flower hard to describe.
Take a single flower of a verbena cluster; fancy the tubular
part an inch or two long, and the flowers set at irregular
intervals up and down the length of a slender stem ; this
is the best my ignorance can do to convey the idea of the
shape of the gilia. And of the color, all I can say is that
the gilia is what the botanists call a sporting flower ; and
I believe there is no shade of red, from the brightest
scarlet up through pale pinks, to white, which you may
not see in one half an acre where gilias grow. It is a
dancing sort of flower, flutters on the stem, and the stem
sways in the lightest wind, so that it always seems either
coming towards you or running away.

There is a part of Cheyenne Mountain which I and one
other have come to call " our garden." The possessive
pronoun has no legal title behind it; it is an audacious
assumption not backed by any squatter sovereignty, nor
even by any contribution towards the cultivation of
the soil; but ever since we found out the place, it has
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been mysterious-
ly worked " on
shares " for our
benefit ; and as
long as we live
we shall call it
our garden. It
lies five or six hun-
dred feet above
the town, four
miles away, and
has several plateaus of pine groves
from which we look off into eastern
distances back of the sunrise; it
holds two or three grand ravines,
each with a brook at bottom ; it is
walled to the west by the jagged and precipitous side of
the mountain itself. The best part of our " procession
of flowers" is always here.

Here on the plateaus, under the shade of the pines, are
the anemone in stintless numbers, daisies, and kinnikinnick.

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Flowers in Colorado.

In June the kinnikinnick vines are full of little pinkish-
white bells, shaped like the wintergreen bell, and as fra-
grant as the linnaea blossom. Here are three low-growing
varieties of the wild rose, none more than two or three inches
from the ground : one pure white, one white with irregular
red markings, and one deep pink. The petals are about
one-third larger than those of the common wild rose.

Here are blue violets, and in moist spots the white
violet with a purple and yellow centre. Here is the
common red field lily of New England, looking inexplicably
away from home among pentstemons and gilias, as a coun-
try belle might in court circles. Here is the purple
clematis ; a half-parasitic plant this seems to be, for you
find it wound up and up to the very top of an oak or
cherry bush, great lengths of its stem looking as dead as
old drift-wood, but whorls of lovely, fringing green leaves
and purple, cup-shaped blossoms bursting out at intervals,
sometimes a foot apart. How sap reaches them, through
the cracked and split stems, it is hard to see ; but it does,
for you can carry one home, trellis and all, set it in water,
and the clematis will live as long as the oak bush will.
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Flowers in Colorado.

Here is the purple pentstemon, never but a single row
of blossoms on its stem, and the scarlet pentstemon, most
gorgeous of its family. This, too, has but a single row of
flowers on its stem ; they are small, of the brightest scarlet,
and the shape is somewhat different from the other pent-
stemons ; longer, slenderer, and more complicated, they look
like fairy gondolas hung by their prows. I have seen the
stems as high as my shoulder, and the scarlet gondolas
swinging all the way down to within a foot of the ground.

Here are great masses of a delicate flowering shrub, a
rubus, I think I have heard it called. Its flower is like
a tiny single-petalled rose, of a snow-white color. On first
looking at the bush, you would think it a wild white rose,
till you observed the leaf, which is more like a currant
leaf. Here also are bushes of the Missouri currant, with
its golden-yellow blossoms, exhaustless in perfume ; and a
low shrub maple, which has a tiny, apple-green flower, set in
a scarlet sheath close at the base of each leaf, so small
that half the world never discovers that the bush is in
flower at all. Here are blue harebells, and Solomon's seal
both low and high; and here is the yellow cinquefoil. In
the moist spots, with the white violets, grows the shooting

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Flowers in Colorado.

star, finer and daintier than the Italian cyclamen; its sharp-
pointed petals of bright pink fold back like rosy ears ; in its
centre is a dark-brown circle round a sharp needle-point of
yellow. There are many more, but of all the rest I will
speak only of one, — the great yellow columbine. This
grows in the ravines. The flower is like our garden colum-
bine, but larger, and of an exquisite yellow, sometimes with
white in the centre. It grows here in such luxuriant tufts
and clumps that you will often find thirty and forty flower-
stems springing up from one root. Of this plant I recollect
the botanical name, which was told me only once, but I could
no more forget it than, if I had once sat familiarly by a
queen in her palace, I could forget the name of her king-
dom. It is the golden columbine of New Mexico, the
aquilegia chrysantha.

When we drive down from " our garden " there is sel-
dom room for another flower in our carriage. The top
thrown back is filled, the space in front of the driver is
filled, and our laps and baskets are filled with the more
delicate blossoms. We look as if we were on our way to
the ceremonies of Decoration Day. So we are. All June
days are decoration days in Colorado Springs, but it is the
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Flowers in Colorado.

sacred joy of life that we decorate, —
not the sacred sadness of death. Going
northwest from the town towards the
mesa or table-land which lies in that
direction between us and the foot-
hills, we find still other blossoms, no
less beautiful than those of which I
have spoken : the wild morning-glory
wreathes the willow bushes along the
Fountain Creek which we must cross,
and in the sandy spots between the
bushes grow the wild heliotrope in
masses, and the wild onion, whose
delicate clustered umbels, save for their odor,
would be priceless in bouquets. Yellow lu-
pine, red gilias, wild roses, and white spiraeas
are here also ; and waving by the roadsides, careless and
common as burdocks in New England, grows the superb
mentzelia. This is a regal plant ; the leaves are of a bluish-
green, long, jagged, shining, like the leaves of the great
thistles which so adorn the Roman Campagna ; the plant
grows some two feet or two and a half feet high, and

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Flowers in Colorado.

branches freely. Each branch bears one or more blossoms,
— a white, many-pointed starry disk, in its centre a wide
falling tuft of fine silky stamens. Here also we find a
large white poppy whose leaves much resemble the leaves
of the mentzelia ; and in the open stretches beyond the
creek, the ground is white and pink every afternoon with
the blossoms of four-o'clocks. There must be several
varieties of these, for some are large and some are small,
and they have a wide range of color, white, pinkish-white,
and clear pink. Higher up, on the top of the mesa, we
come to great levels which are dotted with brilliant points
of fiery scarlet everywhere ; the first time one sees a
scarlet " painter's brush " (castilleia) a few rods ahead of
him in the grass is a moment he never forgets ; it looks
like a huge dropped jewel or a feather fallen from the
plumage of some gorgeous bird. There are two colors
of the castilleia here, — one, of an orange shade of scarlet,
and the other of the brightest cherry red. But beautiful
as is the castilleia, it is not the mesas crowning glory :
vivid as is its color, the pale creamy tints of the yucca
blossoms eclipse it in splendor. This also is a thing a
lover of flowers will never forget, — the first time he saw

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Flowers in Colorado.

yuccas by the hundred in full flower out-of-doors. It grows
in such abundance on this mesa that in winter the solid
green of its leaves gives a tone of color to whole acres.
Spanish bayonet is its common name here, and not an
inappropriate one, for the long, blade-like leaves are stiff
and pointed as rapiers. They grow in bristling bunches
directly from the root ; the outer ones spread wide, and
sometimes lie on the ground ; from the centre of this
" chevaux de frise ' rise the flower-spikes, usually only one,
sometimes two or three, from one to two and a half feet
high, set thick with creamy white cups which look more
like a magnolia flower than like any thing else. I counted
once seventy-two on a spike about two feet long. Profusely
as the yucca grows on this mesa, we do not get so many of
them as we would like, for the cows are fond of them and
eat the blossoms as fast as they come out. What a picture
it is, to be sure, — a vagrant cow rambling along mile
after mile, munching the tops of spikes of yucca blossoms !
There ought to be something transcendent in the quality
of her milk after such a day as that. ) V-cr : /

Beside the castilleia and the yucca, there grow on this
mesa many of the vetches, especially a large white variety,

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Flowers in Colorado.

which I have a misgiving that I ought to call astragalus,
and not vetch.

The mesa slopes away to the east and to the west ; it
is really a sort of causeway, or flattened ridge ; on its sides
are innumerable small nooks and hollows which, catching
and holding a little more moisture than the surface above,
are full of oak-bushes, little green oases on the bare slopes ;
in these grow several flowering shrubs, spiraeas, and others
whose names I know not.

Crossing the mesa and entering the foot-hills again, we
come to little brook-fed glens and parks where grow all the
flowers I have mentioned ; yes, and more, for, I bethink
me, I have not yet spoken of the white clematis, — virgin's
bower, as it is called in New England. This runs riot
along every brook-course in the region, — this and the wild
hop, the white feathery clusters of the one and the swing-
ing green tassels of the other twisting and intertwisting,
and knitting everything into a tangle ; and the blue iris
also,* in great spaces in moist meadows, and the dainty
nodding bells of the wild flax a little farther up on the hills,
and the yellow lady's-slipper, and the coreopsis, and the
mertensia, which has drooping spikes of small blue bells
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Flowers in Colorado.

that are pink on the outside when they are folded up. And
I believe that there are yet others which I do not recollect,
besides some which I remember too vaguely to describe,
having seen them perhaps only once from a car window,
as I saw a gorgeous plant on the Arkansas meadows,
one day. It was a great sheaf of waving feathery spikes
of yellow. It is true that a railroad train waited for me
while I had this plant taken up and brought on board. I
nursed it carefully with water and shade all the way from
Pueblo to Colorado Springs, but it was dead when I
reached home, and nobody could tell me its name. After-
wards a botanist told me that it must have been stanleya
pinnatifida, but I liked my name for it better, — golden
prince's feather. J-ataavM

If it were ever possible to weary of the flora in the
vicinity of Colorado Springs, and to long for some new
flowers, one need but go a few hours farther south to
Canyon City, and he will strike an almost tropical flora.
Here grow twelve different varieties of cactus either in the
town itself or on the slopes of the hills around it ; some of
these varieties are very rare ; all bear brilliant blossoms,
yellow, scarlet, and bright purple. Here grow all the

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Flowers in Colorado.

flowers which we have at Colorado Springs, with many
others added. A short extract from a paper written by an
enthusiastic Canyon City botanist will give to botanists a
better idea of the flora of Colorado than they could get
from volumes of my rambling enthusiasm.

" There is no pleasanter botanical trip in the vicinity of
Canyon City than a walk beyond the bath-rooms of the hot
springs to the gate of the mountains, up the canyon of the
Arkansas, and to the top of the Grand Canyon, a distance
of about four miles. The grandeur of the far mountain
summits covered with eternal snow, the perpendicular cliffs
over one thousand feet high, the great river boiling and
dashing along its rocky channel, are sources of excitement
nowhere else combined ; but to any one interested in flow-
ers, their beauty, their abundance, and the rare species that
meet you at every step make the trip wonderfully interest-
ing. Here among the rocks are the most northern known
stations of the ferns, pellaea wrightiana and cheilanthes
eatoni ; and on the walls of the Grand Canyon, more than a
thousand feet above the river, grows the very rare asplenium
septentrionale, which the wild big-horn, or mountain sheep,
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Flowers in Colorado.

seem to appreciate so much that it is difficult to find a
specimen not bitten by them. The syringa (philadelphus
microphyllus) is growing wherever it can find a foot-hold,
and here and there is a bunch of the rare western Emory's
oak, that, like several other plants, seems to have wandered
in from the half-explored region of the great Colorado
River of Arizona. The lateral canyons are full of fallugia
paradoxa, with its white flowers and plumed fruit, and
where little streams of water come dashing over the rocks
and losing themselves in mist, the golden columbine of
New Mexico, aquilegia chrysantha, grows to perfection.
The scarlet pentstemon, blue pentstemon, the brilliant
gilia aggregata, spiraeas, castilleias, and hosts of less showy
but equally interesting plants occupy every available piece
of soil. The beauty of the flora is as indescribable as the
grandeur of the scenery.

" The abundance of the four-o'clock family is noticeable.
All of the nyctaginaceae of Colorado are found about Can-
yon City, and some of them as yet only in this part of the
territory. Most of them are very interesting, and their
beauty forms a very prominent feature of our flora in June
and July. Abronia fragrans whitens whole acres of land ;

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Flowers in Colorado.

and the large, conspicuous flowers of mirabilis multiflora
are seen all over the town ; opening their flowers late in
the afternoon in company with the vespertine mentzelias,
they are fresh and bright during the most pleasant part of
the summer day. The Soda Spring Ledge, from which
boils the cold mineral water, is a locality rich in rare plants.
Here grow thamnosma texana, abutilon parvulum, allionia,
incarnata, tricuspis acuminata, mirabilis oxybaphoides, etc.
" The common flowers of Colorado are very abundant
around Canyon City and in its vicinity. The monarda grows
upon the mesas ; exquisite pentstemons adorn the brooks ;
rosa blanda and the more beautiful rosa arkansana are found
on the banks oi the Arkansas ; eriogonum and astragalus
are numerous in species and numberless in specimens ;
the grass fields of Wet Mountain Valley are full of clovers
and cypripedium, iris and lilies ; the botanist, wandering
through the canyons of the Sangre di Cristo range, tram-
ples down whole fields of white and blue larkspur and
delicate mertensia. The summits are covered with woolly-
headed thistles, phlox, senecios, forget-me-nots, saxifraga,
and the numberless beauties of the Alpine flora. And
besides all this, perhaps no locality in the world affords
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Flowers in Colorado.

better opportunities to the col-
lector to fill his herbarium
with beautiful and rare speci-
mens easily and rapidly. The
wealth of foliage found in
moister climates does not obstruct
the view and hide the more modest
flowers, while the perpendicular range
of nearly two thousand feet, through which he may pass
on his botanical rambles, carries him from a climate as
genial as that of Charleston to one as thoroughly boreal
as that of the glaciers of Greenland." Not the least
of the delights of living in such a flower-garden as
Colorado in June and July is the delight of seeing the
delight which little children take in the flowers.
Whenever in winter I try to recall the face of our
June, I think I recall the blossoms oftenest as they
look in the hands of the school-children.
Morning, noon, and evening, you see
troops of children going to and fro, all
carrying flowers ; the babies on doorsteps
are playing with them ; and late in the

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Flowers in Colorado.

afternoon, as you drive through the streets, you see many
a little sand-heap in which are stuck wilted bunches of
flowers, that have meant a play-garden all day long to
some baby who has gone to sleep now, only to wake up the
next morning and pick more flowers to make another
garden. And among the sweet sayings which I have
heard from the mouths of children, one of the very
sweetest was that of a little girl not six years old, who has
never known any summer less lavish than Colorado's. As
soon as the flowers come she is impatient of every hour
she is obliged to spend in-doors. At earliest dawn she
clamors to be taken up and dressed, exclaiming, " I must
get up early, there is so much to do to-day ; there are so
many flowers to be picked." Coming in one day with her
hands full of flowers which had grown near the house, she
gave them one by one to her mother, gravely calling them
by their names as she laid them in her mother's hand. Of
the last one, a tiny blue flower, she did not know the name.
Looking at it earnestly for a moment or two, she said hesi-
tatingly, as she placed it with the rest, "And this one —
this — is a kiss from the good God. He sends them so."
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HELEN JACKSON'S WRITINGS.

A KEY TO "RAMONA."

A CENTURY OF DISHONOR.

A Sketch of the United States Government's Dealings

with some of the Indian Tribes,
A New Edition. I2mo. pp. 514. Cloth. $1.50.

Mrs. Jackson devoted a whole year of her life to writing and compiling
materials for "A Century of Dishonor," and while thus engaged she mentally
resolved to follow it with a story which should have for its motif the cause of the
Indian. After completing her " Report on the Condition and Needs of the
Mission Indians of California " (see Appendix, p. 458) she set herself down to
this task, and " Ramona " is the result. This was in New York in the winter
of 1883-84, and while thus engaged she wrote her publisher that she seemed to
have the whole story at her fingers' ends, and nothing but physical impossibility
prevented her from finishing it at a sitting. Alluding to it again on her death-
bed, she wrote : " I did not write Ramona;' it was written through me. My
life-blood went into it, — all I had thought, felt, and suffered for five years on the
Indian question."

The report made by Mrs. Jackson and Mr. Kinney is grave, concise, and
deeply interesting. It is added to the Appendix of this new edition of her book.
In this California journey Mrs. Jackson found the materials for " Ramona," the
Indian novel, which was the last important work of her life, and in which nearly
all the incidents are taken from life. In the report of the Mission Indians will
be found the story of the Temecula removal, and the tragedy of Alessandro'a
death, as they appear in "Ramona." — Boston Daily Advertiser.

Mrs. Jackson's Letter of Gratitude to the President.

The following letter from Mrs. Jackson to the President was
written by her four days before her death, Aug. 12, 1885 : —

To GROVER CLEVELAND, President of the United States :

Dear Sir, — From my death-bed I send you a message of heartfelt thanks for
what you have already done for the Indians. I ask you to read my " Century
of Dishonor." I am dying happier for the belief I have that it is your hand that
is destined to strike the first steady blow toward lifting this burden of infamy
from our country, and righting the wrongs of the Indian race.

With respect and gratitude,

HELEN JACKSON

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much-tried husband in this story, or conduct more vile and degrading than that
of the woman who went by the name of his wife. Such stories show how much
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complete this little tale of Colorado life, never wrote anything more beautiful for
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from her pen, was supported by a peculiar power, unerring artistic taste, and
a pathos all her own. This charming tale and one about the Adirondacks and
a child's dream form part of the contents of this posthumous volume, to which,
on her death-bed, she gave the beautiful title " Between Whiles." It is worthy
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