Then, after the shrunken mass of leaves and stalks of the dead vegetation crinkle and turn to dust beneath the foot, as if it had been baked in an oven, _Hemizonia virgata_, a slender, unobtrusive little plant, from six inches to three feet high, suddenly makes its appearance in patches miles in extent, like a resurrection of the bloom of April.

I have counted upward of 3000 flowers, five eighths of an inch in diameter, on a single plant.

Both its leaves and stems are so slender as to be nearly invisible, at a distance of a few yards, amid so showy a multitude of flowers.

The ray and disk flowers are both yellow, the stamens purple, and the texture of the rays is rich and velvety, like the petals of garden pansies.

The prevailing wind turns all the heads round to the southeast, so that in facing northwestward we have the flowers looking us in the face.