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THE CHARACTERISTICS OF THE CAUCASUS 47<br />
several species, an Astrantia with piulc stars, delicately veined<br />
in emerald green, a flower which seemed expressly made to decollate<br />
ornamental notepaper or a Valentine. There was also a species of<br />
our Alpine snake-weed, witli loose spikes and petals of such a vivid<br />
crimson that even our servant set to work to gather them for us,<br />
and was quite chagrined to see that w-e neglected them.<br />
' On pushing apart the high stems we discovered another layer<br />
of flowers less eager for light :<br />
forget-me-nots, herb-Paris, orchids,<br />
geraniums, etc. Close to the ground the soil was covered by a<br />
carpet of little round leaves supported l)y<br />
thin stalks like those<br />
of the maidenhair fern ; these w^ere the leaves of a shade-loving<br />
speedwell {Veronica Uliformis, G. M.), which, like our violet,<br />
blooms modestly beneath great green sunshades.<br />
'<br />
I -was debating how to pack my immense nosegay when my<br />
companion called me from above. I clambered in his tracks, and<br />
found him dripping with dew and digging frantically among plants<br />
higher than his head. It was real pioneer w^ork to clear a path<br />
through this antediluvian vegetation, wherein we were like lost<br />
[jilliputians. The high rocky walls, still in the shade, were superb.<br />
Here reigned saxifrages, rock -valerians, enchanter's night-shade,<br />
groundsels, ferns, and succulent mosses as full of water as sponges.<br />
In the air also— for we had to look everywhere — were the winged<br />
fruits of maples, which formed the underwood, looking like bouquets<br />
of flowers, so vividly did their madder colour stand out under the<br />
green cupola of pines. After the first exclamations we collected<br />
our spoils<br />
in silent haste, oblivious of time, forgetful of<br />
we still had to travel. We had to come down at last<br />
the road<br />
and sort<br />
om- treasures, and press those that could be pressed.<br />
'<br />
Our men were in no hurry. They were well content \\\xh<br />
this short halt, seasoned with a pipe under the pines. The horses<br />
grazed at their will, and seemed as pleased as we were to come<br />
across such an El Dorado of tender herbs. They trampled the<br />
sorrel and made wide openings among the monkshoods, massa-<br />
cring indiscriminately both common and rare species,<br />
while we<br />
sat astride a rotten trunk rapidly putting our specimens in paper.<br />
Pressed by the advancing hour, we ended by leaving a heap of