i-:^:L.ijiiiiiiiSi®^^^ ^■'"■^■■■^■l|||p:: ;SWii«iliiiWi« ^^-. '^"w^;? (UtjF i. 1. BtU library 0K937 P560 1^11 Nortl? (Ear0liita ^tate Imtteraity FROM THE LIBRARY OF ANNE LEACH TURNER ^ THIS BOOK IS DUE ON THE DATE INDICATED BELOW AND IS SUB- JECT TO AN OVERDUE FINE AS POSTED AT THE CIRCULATION DESK. ^^- IOOM/l-77 THE FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND THE . ALPIN C ALT HA PALUSTRIS and PRIMULA FARINOSA on the upper fields of Champex towards the end of May. THE FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND AN APPRECIATION AND A PLEA PAINTED AND WRITTEN BY G. FLEMWELL AUTHOR OF " ALPINK FLOWKBS AND GABDBN3 'Into the fieldes did he goe, which then faire Flora bedecked, With redolent blossonis, O how grateful to the sences." Feancis Sabie, Pan's Pipe. WITH TWENTY-SIX REPRODUCTIONS OF WATER-COLOUR DRAWINGS London :: HUTCHINSON & GO. Paternoster Row :: :: :: 1911 MADEMOISELLE MARTHE DEDIE AND ALL AT LA COMBE," ROLLE (VAUD) PREFACE Last year Mr. G. Flemwell gave us a very beautiful volume upon the Alpine Flora, and it has met vs^ith well-deserved success. But the author is not yet satisfied. He thinks to do better, and would now make known other pictures —those of Alpine fields, especially during the spring months. Springtime in our Alps is certainly the most beautiful moment of the year, and the months of May and June, even to the middle of July, are the most brilliant of all. It is a season which, up to the present, we have rather considered as reserved for us Swiss, who do not much like that which is somewhat irreverently called Vindustrie des etr angers, and perhaps we shall not be alto- gether enchanted to find that the author a h, mode is about to draw the veil from our secrets, open the lock-gates of our most sacred joys to the viii PREFACE international flood, and sound the clarion to make known, urbe et orhi, the springtime glory of our fields. With this one little reservation to calm the egotistical anxiety which is in me (Mr, Flem- well, who is my colleague in the Swiss Alpine Club, knows too well our national character not to understand the spirit in which we make certain reservations with regard to this invasion of our mountains by the cosmopolitan crowd), I wish to thank the author, and to compliment him upon this fresh monument which he raises to the glory of our flowers. He here presents them under a different aspect, and shows us the Alpine field, the meadow, the great green slope as they transform themselves in springtime. He sings of this rebirth with his poet-soul, and presents it in pictures which are so many hymns to the glory of the Creator. And he is justified in this, for nothing in the world is more marvellous than the re-flowering of Alpine fields in May and June. T have seen it in the little vallons of Fully and of Tourtemagne in Valais, in the fields of Anzeindaz and of Taveyan- naz (Canton de Vaud), at the summit of the PREFACE ix Gemmi and on the Oberalp in the Grisons ; I have seen the flowering spring in the Bernese Oberland and on the UtU (Zurich), in the vallons of Savoie and in those of Dauphine ; I have seen the metamorphosis of the Val de Bagnes and of the Bavarian plain, the transformation of the marvellous valleys of Piemont and of the elevated valley of Aosta. But I have never seen anything more beautiful or more solemn than spring in the Jura Mountains of Vaud and Neuchatel, with their fields of Anemone alpina and narcissiflora, when immense areas disappeared under a deep azure veil of Gentiana verna or of the darker Gentiana Clusii, and when the landscape is animated by myriads of T'^iola hiflora or of Soldanella. In reading what Mr. Flemwell has written, my spirit floats further afield even than this — to the Val del Faene, which reposes near to the Bernina, and I see over again a picture that no painter, not even our author, could render : the snow, in retiring to the heights, gave place to a carpet of violet, blue, lilac, yellow, or bright pink, according as it was composed of either Soldanella pusilla, of long, narrow, pendent bells, which X PREFACE flowered in thousands and millions upon slopes still brown from the rigours of winter, or Gentiana vei^na, or Primula integrifolia, whose dense masses were covered with their lovely blossoms, or Gagea Liotardi, whose brilliant yellow stars shone on all sides in the sun, or Primula hirsuta. All these separate masses formed together a truly enchanting picture, which remained unadmired by strangers — since these had not yet arrived — and which I was happy and proud to salute under the sky of the Grisons. Our author seems to have a predilection for the blue flower of Geritiana verna, and I thank him for all he says of my favourite. When, at the age of ten years, I saw it for the first timcj, carpeting the fields of the Jura in Vaud, my child's soul was so enthusiastic over it that there were fears I should make myself ill. This im- pression, which dates from 1864, is still as fresh in my memory as if it were of yesterday. Blue, true blue, is so rare in Nature that Alphonse Karr could cite but five or six flowers that were really so : the Gentian, the Comellina, several Delphi- niums, the Cornflower, and the Forget-me-not^ PREFACE xi The blue of the Gentian is certainly the most superb and velvety, especially that of Gentiana bavarica. A group of Gentiana verna, brachy- phylla, and bavarica which 1 exhibited at the Temple Show in London in May 1910, and which was a very modest one, it having suffered during the long voyage from Floraire to London, was greatly admired, and did not cease to attract the regard of all flower-lovers. Blue is so scarce, every one said, that it is good to feast one's eyes upon it when one meets with it ! The practical side of this volume resides in the information it offers to lovers of Alpine flowers in England. One readily believes that, in order to cultivate these mountain plants, big surround- ings are necessary: a great collection of rocks, as in the giant Alpine garden of Friar Park. We have proved in our garden of Floraire — where the public is wilhngly admitted, and which flower- lovers are invited to visit — that mountain plants can be cultivated without rockwork, and that it is even important, if one wishes to give an artistic and natural aspect to the garden, not to be too prodigal of rock and stone. Much verdure is xii PREFACE essential, it is necessary to have a frame for the picture, and that frame can only be obtained by creating the Alpine field. One day at Friar Park, Sir Frank Crisp, the creator of this beautiful alpinum, taking me aside and making me walk around with him, showed me a vast, empty field which stretched away to the north of the Matterhorn, and said : " It is here that I wish to establish a Swiss field to soften the too rocky aspect of the garden and to give it a fitting frame." And since then I am unable to conceive that there was ever a time when the Alpine garden at Friar Park had not its setting of Alpine fields. There was no idea of making such a thing when the garden was begun ; but once the rockwork was finished the rest imposed itself. One needs the flower-filled field, Valpe en fete, by the side of the grey rocks. This is why, in our horticultural estabhshment at Floraire, we make constant efforts to repro- duce expanses of Narcissi, Columbines, Gentians, Daphnes, Primulas, etc., grouped in masses as we have seen them in nature, and as Mr. Flemwell gives them in his book. PREFACE xiii Herein lies the great utility of this volume, and the reason why it will be consulted with pleasure by gardeners as well as by alpinists and lovers of nature generally. Henry Correvon. Flobajre, near Geneva, January 2, 1911. CONTENTS PART I AN APPRECIATION CHAPTER PAQB I. Of our Enthusiasm for " Alpines '' . . S II. Alpine Flower-Fields ..... 12 III. The May Fields 21 IV. The Vernal Gentian 35 V. In Storm and Shine 4<8 VI. The June Meadows ..... 64 VII. On Floral ArrRACTivENEss and Colour . 86 VIII. The Rhododendron 102 IX. The July Fields 114 X. The Autumn Crocus 134 CHAPTER CONTENTS PART II A PLEJ PAGE XI. Alpine Fields for England . . . .149 XII. Some Ways and Means .... 162 L'Entot 179 INDEX 189 LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS 1. Caltha palustris and Primula farinosa on the upper fields of Champex towards the end of May . . . Frontispiece FACING PAGE 2. Gentiana verna aud Primula farinosa on the lower fields of Champex towards the end of May, with part of the manhif of Saleinaz in the background 3 3. Lac Champex in cloudland at the end of May ; Caltha palustris and Primula farinosa by the water-edge .... 8 4. The upper fields of Champex early in June, with the Grand Combin in the distance 12 5. Trollius europaeus, the Globe Flower, on the cloud-swept fields in early June ......... 16 6. Anemone mlphurea and Viola calcarata in the Val d'Arpette in June .......... 24 7. Early- June fields beyond Praz de Fort in the Val Ferret, backed by the Groupe du Grand Saint-Bernard et du Grand Golliaz 32 8. The Paradise Lily (Paradisia Liliastrum) near the Glacier de Trient about the middle of June 40 9. June meadows of Salvia, Lychnis, etc., in the Val Ferret, just before arriving at the village of Praz de Fort . . 48 10. Field of Campanula rhomboidalis on the Col de la Forclaz about the beginning of July . , ... 56 11. In the early- July fields at Champex 64 b xvii xviii LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS FACING PAGE 12. Evening among tlie fields of pink Bistort at Lac Champex ; sunset-glow on the Grand Combin, July .... 72 13. Haymaking at Cliampex in the middle of July ... 80 14. Tlie Autumn Crocus in the fields near the village of Trient, with the Aiguille du Tour in the background^ September . 88 15. Anemone aulphurea and Gentiana excisa painted directly in the fields at the end of May 96 16. Primula farino-sa, Gentiana verna, Micheli's Daisy, Bartsia alpina, Polygala alpina, and the two Pinguiculas or Butter- worts, painted directly in the fields at the end of May . 104 17. Genitana verna, the type-plant, and some of its forms . . 112 18. Geranium sylvaticum, Potentilla rupestris, Centaurea montana, the pink Bistort, the little Alpine Bistort, painted on the spot in the fields at the beginning of July ... 120 19. Paradisia Liliastrum, the Paradise or St. Bruno's Lily . . 128 20. Rosa alpina, the thornless Alpine Eglantine .... 136 21. Young plants of Veratrum album, together with Salvia pra- tensis, Phyteuma hetonicaefolium, P. orbiculare, the white and the yellow Euphrasia, and the yellow Clover, drawn on the spot at the beginning of July 144 22. Arnica, the Brown Gentian (G. purpurea), Campanula bar- bata, and the fiery little Hieracium aurantiacum, painted from life in the fields towards the middle of July . . 152 23. The tall yellow Hypochoeris uniflora, Centaurea uniflora, tlie Golden Hawk weed (Crepis aurea) drawn from life in the July fields 160 24. Gentiana campestris and Gentiana bavarica .... 168 25. Astrantia major, A. minor, and the Apollo butterfly . . 176 26. The Willow Gentian {G. asclepiadea) and the Alpine Cotton Grass {Eriophorum Bcheuchzei'i) . .... 182 PART I AN APPRECIATION Eusuared with Howers, I fall on grass." Andrew Marvell. xaqrnfiri'J io gblaft lav/ol 3di no ABO^A '■• •"■"■ ''^•" -'' ■'- ':- -^^ ' . /o:r GENTIAN A VERNA and PRIMULA FARI- NOSA on the lower fields of Champex towards the end of May, with part of the MASSIF of Saleinaz in the back- ground. CHAPTER I OF OUR ENTHUSIASM FOR " ALPINES " " We are here dealing witli one of the strongest intellectual im- pulses of rational beings. Animals, as a rule, trouble themselves but little about anything unless they want either to eat it or to run away from it. Interest in, and wonder at, tlie works of nature and of the doings of man are products of civilisation, and excite emotions which do not diminish, but increase with increasing knowledge and cultiva- tion. Feed them and they grow ; minister to them and they will greatly multiply." — The Rt. Hon. A. J. Balfour, in his Address as Lord Rector oj St. Andrews University, December 10, 1887. Some excuse — or rather, some explanation- seems to be needed for daring to present yet another book upon the Alpine Flora of Switzerland. So formidable is the array of such books already, and so persistently do additions appear, that it is not without diffidence that I venture to swell the numbers, and, incidentally, help to fill the new subterranean chamber of the Bodleian. With the author of " Du Vrai, Du Beau, et Du Bien," I feel that " Moins la musique fait de bruit et plus elle touche " ; I feel that reticence 4 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND rather than garrulity is at the base of well-being, and that, if the best interests of the cult of Alpines be studied, any over-production of books upon the subject should be avoided, otherwise we are likely to be face to face with the danger of driving this particular section of the plant-world within that zone of appreciation " over which hangs the veil of familiarity." Few acts are more injudicious, more unkind, or more destructive than that of overloading. '* The last straw " will break the back of any- thing, not alone of a camel. One who is mindful of this truth is in an anxious position when he finds himself one of a thousand industrious builders busily bent upon adding straw upon straw to the back of one special subject. It were a thousand pities if, for want of moderation, Alpines should go the way Sweet Peas are possibly doomed to go — the way of all over- ridden enthusiasms. Extravagant attention is no new menace to the welfare of that we set out to admire and to cherish, and it were pity of pities if, for lack of seemly restraint, the shy and Ioa ely denizens of the Alps should arrive at that place in our intimacy where they will no longer be generally OF OUR ENTHUSIASM FOR "ALPINES" 5 regarded with Ihoughtful respect and intelligent wonder, but will be obliged to retire into the oblivion whicli so niucli surrounds those things immediately and continuously under our noses. For, of all plants, they merit to be of our abiding treasures. But just because we have come to the opinion that Alpines stand in need of less " bush," it does not necessarily follow that we must be sparing of our attention. There is ample occasion for an extension of honest, balanced intimacy. What we have to fear is an irrational freak-enthusiasm similar to the seventeenth-century craze for Tulips — a craze of which La Bruycre so trenchantly speaks in referring to an acquaintance who was swept off his feet by the monstrous prevailing wave. " God and Nature," he says, " are not in his thoughts, for they do not go beyond the bulb of his tulip, which he would not sell for a thousand pounds, though he will give it you for nothing when tulips are no longer in fashion, and carnations are all the rage. This rational being, who has a soul and professes some religion, comes home tired and half starved, but very pleased with his day's work. He has seen some tulips." Now this was enthusiasm of a degree 6 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND and kind which could not possibly endure ; reaction was bound to come. Of course, it was an extreme instance of fashion run mad, and one of which Alpines may never perhaps provoke a repetition. Yet we shall do well to see a warning in it. I think I hear enthusiastic lovers of Alpines protesting that there is no fear whatever of such an eventuality for their gems, because these latter are above all praises and attentions and cannot be overrated. I fancy I hear the enthusiasts explaining that Alpines are not Sweet Peas, or Tulips, or double Show Dahlias ; that they occupy a place apart, a place such as is occupied by the hot-house and greenhouse Orchids, a place unique and un- assailable. And these protestations may quite possibly prove correct ; I only say that, in view of precedents, there lurks a tendency towards the danger named, and that it therefore behoves all those who have the solid welfare of these plants at heart to be on their guard, to discourage mere empty attentions, and to do what is possible to direct enthusiasm into sound, intelligent channels. *'An ignorant worship is a poor substitute for a just appreciation." Aye, but it is often more than this ; it is often a dangerous one. Already the admiration and attention meted out OF OUR ENTHUSIASM FOR "ALPINES" 7 to Alpines is being spoken of as a fashion, a rage, and a craze ; and we know that there is no smoke without fire. Certainly, the same language has been used towards the enthusiasm shown for Orchids. But Orchids have nought to fear from that degree of popularisation which impinges upon vulgarisation. The prices they command and the expense attendant upon their culture afford them important protection — a protection which Alpines do not possess to anything like the same extent. Of course, the fate in store for Alpines in England is not of so inevitable a nature as that awaiting Japanese gardening ; for in this latter " craze " there is an element scarcely present in Alpine gardening. We can more or less fathom the spirit of Alpine gardening and are therefore quite able to construct something that shall be more or less intelligent and true ; but can we say as much for ourselves with regard to Japanese gardening? I think not. I think that largely it is, and must remain, a sealed book to us. Japanese gardening, as Miss Du Cane very truly points out in her Preface to " The Flowers and Gardens of Japan," is " the most complicated form of garden- ing in the world." Who in England will master the " seven schools " and absorb all the philosophy 8 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND and subtle doctrine which governs them ? Who in England will bring himself to see a rock, a pool, a bush as the Japanese gardener sees them, as, indeed, the Japanese people in general see them ? The spirit of Japanese gardening is as fundamentally different from the spirit of English gardening as that of Japanese art is from English art. What poor, spiritless results we have when English art assumes the guise of Japanese art ! It is imitation limping leagues behind its model. And it is this because it is unthought, unfelt, unrealized. Strikingly individual, the Japanese outlook is much more impersonal than is ours. Needs must that we be born into the traditions of such a race to comprehend and feel as it does about Nature. A Japanese must have his rocks, streams, trees proportioned to his tea or dwelling house and bearing mystic religious significance. Such particular strictness is the product of ages of upbringing. A few years, a generation or two could not produce in us the reasoned nicety of this phase of appreciation ; still less the reading of some book or the visit to some garden built by Japanese hands. The spirit of a race is of far longer weaving ; one summer does not make a butterfly ; -to};;// 'jfit yr ■J fit ZHqf/AHJ DAJ )e.se gardenin: LAC CHAMPKX in clr)ud-land at the end of May; C ALT HA PALUSTRIS and PRIMULA FARLNOS A hy the water edoeio coiiipretiend and OF OUR ENTHUSIASM FOR "ALPINES" 9 '' . . . think of all The suns that go to make one speedwell blue." To us a tiny chalet is quite well placed amid stupendous cliffs and huge, tiunbled boulders, and is fit example to follow, if only we are able to do so. In Alpine gardening we feel no need to study the size of our rocks in relation to our summer- house, or place them so that they express some high philosophic or mystic principle. We have no cult beyond Nature's own cult in this matter. We see, and we are content to see, that Nature has no nice plan and yet is invariably admirable ; we see, and we are content to see, that if man, as in Switzerland, chooses to plant his insignificant dwelling in the midst of great, disorderly rocks and crowded acres of brilliant blossoms, it is romantic garden enough and worthy of as close imitation as possible. With the Japanese, gardening is perhaps more a deeply aesthetic culture than it is the culture of plants. Where we are bald, unemotional, " scienti- fic " gardeners, they will soar high into the clouds of philosophic mysticism. Truer children of the Cosmos than we Western materialists, they walk in their gardens as in some religious rite. We, too, no doubt, are often dreamers ; we, too, are often 10 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPLNE SWITZERLAND wont to find in our gardens expression for our searching inner-consciousness ; but how different are our methods, how different the spirit we wish to express. The most, therefore, we can accomphsh in Japanese modes of gardening is to ape thein ; and of this, because of its emptiness, we shall very soon tire. The things which are most enduring are the things honestly felt and thought ; for the expression of the true self reaches out nearest to satisfaction. Unless, then, we are apes in more than ancestry, Japanese gardening can have no long life among us. Alpine gardening is far more akin to our natural or hereditary instincts ; it holds for us the possibility of an easier and more honest appreciation. And it is just here, in this very fact, where lies much of the danger which may overtake and smother the immense and growing enthusiasm with which Alpines are meeting. How best, then, to direct and build up this enthusiasm into something substantial, something that shall secure for Alpines a lasting place in our affections ? The answer is in another question : What better than a larger, more comprehensive appeal to Alpine nature ; what better than a more OF OUR ENTHUSIASM FOR "ALPINES" 11 thorough translation of Alpine circumstance to our grounds and gardens ? Now, to this end we must look around us in the Alps to find that element in plant-life which we have hitherto neglected ; and if we do this, our eyes must undoubtedly alight upon the fields. Hitherto these have been a greatly neglected quantity with us when planning our Alpine gardens, and their possibilities have been almost entirely overlooked in respect of our home-lands. Why should we not make more pronounced at- tempts to create such meadows, either as befitting adjuncts to our rockworks or as embellishments to our parks ? I venture to think that such an ex- tension and direction of our enthusiasm would add much sterling popularity to that already acquired by Alpines in our midst, besides doing far greater justice to many of their number. I venture to think, also, that it would add much to the joy and health of home-life. These thoughts, therefore, shall be developed and examined as we push for- ward with this volume, first of all making a careful study of the fields on the spot, and marking their " moods and tenses." CHAPTER II ALPINE FI.OWER-IIELDS " If you go to the open field^ you shall always be in contact directly with the Nature. You hear how sweetly those innocent birds are singing. You see how beautifully those meadow-flowers are blossom- ing. . . . Everything you are observing tliere is pure and sacred. And you yourselves are unconsciously converted into purity by the Nature." — Yoshio Markino^ My Mealed John Bulless. Alpine Floaver-fields ; it is well that we should at once come to some understanding as to the term " Alpine " and what it is here intended to convey, otherwise it will be open to misinterpre- tation. Purists in the use of words will be nearer to our present meaning than they who have in mind the modern and general acceptation of the words " Alp " and " Alpine." The authority of custom has confirmed these words in what, really, is faulty usage. " Alp " really means a mountain pastiu-age, and its original use, traceable for more than a thousand years, relates to any part of a mountain where the cattle can graze. It does 12 .::ijiiKiaib aria ni nidmc CHAPTER 11 OWER-FIELhS The UPPER FIELDS of Champex early in Jun( with the Grand Combin in the distance. ;it once C' some understand term " Alpine and what convey, otherwise i! v. ill 1 tution. 1*11 risl u> our present ni< iajnd the modern ^votHs '* Alp " an font any time the * arc with h^ '. ;im;>.'/.ini # THE MAY FIELDS 25 is suffused with the freshest of yellow, rose, and blue ; and broad, surprising acres of these bewitch- ing hues lie at our very door, coming, as it were, " In our winter's heart to build a tower of song." Our " laundered bosoms " swell with hymns of praise ; the plains have receded into Memory's darker recesses, and we vote these Alpine meadows to a permanent and foremost place in our affections —so much so, indeed, that, with Theophile Gautier, we unhesitatingly declare (though not, be it said, with quite all the musical exaggeration of his poet spirit) : "Mais, inoi, je les prefere aux champs gras et fertiles Qui sont si loin du ciel qu'on n^ voit jamais Dieu."'' We know, of course. Divinity is not absent on the plains. When the poet says otherwise it is a tuneful licence with which we are merely tolerant. We quite understand that there is a more moderate meaning behind his extravagance. We know, and everybody acquainted with Alpine circumstance knows, that in the Alps there is a very strong and striking sense of the nearer presence of the Divine in nature. There is a superior and in- describable purity, together with a refinement and 26 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND restraint which defies what is the utmost prodigahty of colour; and, much as we love the divinity of things in the plains, the divinity of those of high altitudes must take a foremost position in our esteem and joy. Mr. A. F. Mummery has a fine passage touching this subject — a passage that may well be quoted here, for it sums up in admirable fashion all that we ourselves are feeling. " Every step," he says, " is health, fun, and frolic. The troubles and cares of life, together with the essential vulgarity of a plutocratic society, are left far below — foul mias- mas that cling to the lowest bottoms of reeking valleys. Above, in the clear air and searching sunlight, we are afoot with the quiet gods, and men can know each other and themselves for what they are." " The quiet gods " — yes, indeed ! Here, if anywhere, in May and June, is quietness ; here at this season these hosts of lovely flowers are indeed " born to blush unseen " and, in Man's arrogant phrase, to " waste their sweetness on the desert air." But what nonsense it is, this assumption that the flowers are wasted if not seen by us ! It is not for that reason we should be here : it is not because the flowers would benefit one iota by THE MAY FIELDS 27 our presence. What is it to them whether they have, or have not been seen by Man ? " We are w^hat suns and winds and waters make us," they say ; and, in saying thus, they speak but the substantial truth. Their history is one of strenuous self-endeavour ; their unique and dazzling loveHness they have attained " alone," oblivious of Man's presence in the world. After age-long effort, from which their remarkable happiness and beauty are the primest distillations, Man stumbles upon them in their radiance, declares they are languishing for want of his admiration, and at once commiserates with them upon their lone and wasted lot. What fond presumption ! How typically human ! Is there not proof abundant of Nature's " profuse indifference to mankind ? " Why, then, should Man assume that all things are made for him ? why, in his small, lordly way, should he say — as he is for ever saying — " The sun, the moon, the stars, have their raison d'etre in Me ? " In a sense he is right, but not in the arrogant sense he so much presumes. All things help to make him. The sun, moon, and stars are for him, inasmuch as he would not be what he is — he would not, probably, be Man — did they not exist. But neither, then, 28 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND would the black-beetle be as it is. Do not let him forget the high claims of the black-beetle. " Man stands so large before the eyes of man He cannot think of Earth but as his own ; All his philosophies can guess no plan That leaves him not on his imagined throne." Let us be humble : let us merge ourselves modestly in the scheme of things. It is not to cheer up the flowers in their " loneliness " that we ought to be with them here in the spring. We ought to be here because of all that the flowers and their loveliness can do for us, in lifting us above "the essential vulgarity of a plutocratic society," and in revealing us to ourselves and to each other as rarely we are revealed elsewhere. Here with these pastures are health and vigour — vigour that is quiet and restful ; here is unpre- tentiousness more radiant, more glorious, than the most dazzling of pretensions. Here, if we will, we can come and be natural — here, where Man, that " feverish, selfish little clod of ailments and grievances," as Mr. Bernard Shaw calls him, can be in the fullest sense a man, and be in no wise ashamed of it. For here, in a word, is Nature- unaffected, unconventional, unconscious of herself, yet in the highest degree efficient. The purity of THE MAY FIELDS , 29 it all is wonderful. And it is this, with its beneficent power, that wc waste. If spring is reckoned pure below, among " the foul miasmas that cling to the lowest bottoms of reeking valleys," how much purer must it not be reckoned under Alpine skies ! The amelioration is already marked after we have risen a few hundred feet from the plains. Our minds climb with our bodies, both attuning themselves to the increasing purity of our surroundings, until at some 5,000 feet we feel, to use a homely expres- sion, as different as chalk from cheese. And nothing aids more potently in this attunement than do the fields of springtime blossoms. " Why bloom 'st thou so ? " asks the poet of these flowers — " Why blooni'st thou so In solitary loveliness, more fair In this thy artless beauty, than the rare And costliest garden-plant P " The question has been answered, or, at any rate, answered in important part, and far more truth- fully than by any blind, patronising remark about "wasted beauty.' Wasted! It is an accusation which the flowers should hurl at us ! Wasted ? Yes ; wasted, in so far as we do not yet take 30 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND advantage of the Alpine spring ; wasted, in so far as we arrive only in late July or early August ! Nor should our praise be counted amongst surprises. Champex's fields bear witness to it being no mere idle adulation. On the flat damp grass-land, intersected by sparkling glacier streams, which stretches away to the north of the lake, great and brilliant groups of Caltha palustris (only the common Marsh-Marigold, it is true, but of how much more luscious, brilliant hue than down upon some lowland marsh) lie upon a vast rosy carpet of Primula far inosa, effectively broken here and there by the rich purple tints of Bartsia alpina and the ruddier hues of Pedicularis. And this wondrous wealth of yellow and rose is found again on the extensive sunny slopes to the south of the lake ; but here Grentia7ia verna asserts its bright blue presence amongst the Primula, and the effect is even more astonishingly gay than it is to the north. Like Count Smorltork's *' poltics," it " surprises by himself." On these southern slopes, too, are quantities of Micheli's Daisy, enlivening still more with their glistening whiteness the beautiful colour-scheme. There are also colonies of the two Pinguiculas, THE MAY FIELDS 31 mauve and creamy- white ; also of the quaint Alpine Crowfoot and of the yet more quaint, aesthetically tinted Ajuga pyramidalis — the most arresting of the Bugles — and of the demure little Alpine Poly gala, varying from blue (the type) through mauve to reddish-pink, even to white. Here, also, is the Sulphur Anemone just unfolding the earliest of its clear citron-coloured blossoms. But to see this Anemone to fullest advantage we must turn to the drier pastures to the east and north of the lake, where it is scattered in endless thousands amongst sheets of Gentiana verna and excisa and a profusion of the yellow Pedicularis {tuber osa), the white Potentilla {rupestris), the golden Geum {inontanuvi), the purple Calamintha {alpi/ia), the canary-yellow Biscutella {lasvigata)^ the rosy-red Saponaria {ocymoides), and many another of the earlier pasture-flowers. And by the side of all this ravishing young life and colour are the still remaining avalanches of piled-up frozen snow — grim reminders of what wild riot winter makes upon these pastures whilst the flowers are sleeping. Surely, then our praise is not surprising ? Surely, nowhere in the Alps in May shall we find anything more admirable or more amazingly colour-full than 8^ FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND are these pasture-slopes and meadows of Lac Champex ? In some one or other respect their equal may be found in many favoured places ; in many spots we shall find most astonishing displays of other kinds of plants than we have here — of, for instance, the white Anemone alpina and the purple Viola calcarata, as on the slopes of the Chamossaire above Villars-sur-Ollon (though the Viola is in quantity near Champex, in the Val d'Arpette, in June), or of the Pheasant-eye Narcissus, as at Les Avants and Chateau d'Oex, and the Daffodil, as at Champery and Saas ; but, taking Champex's floral wealth as a whole, it can have few, if any superiors in point of abundance and colour at this early season. Mindful of what Mr. Reginald Farrer has said of Mont Cenis towards the end of June, we may safely declare that tlie Viola and Gentian clothed slopes of that district are not the only slopes in the Alps which might be " visible for miles away." Perhaps some more substantial idea of these fields at this season may be gathered from the pictures facing pages iii and 3 ; but these tran- scriptions, though to the uninitiated they may appear reckless with regard to truth, are really far from adequate. Seeing the thing itself must. ■ "■ > f ' 'ntB2 brtB^O ub .sisilloO ■ UsjJia^s of otiitr kijids oi } liere— of, for instance, the wL.., and the purple Viola calcarata^ as the \ illars-sur-Oli t' ' ••-ar Chaiii ^' the 1 EARLY JUNE FIELDS beyond Praz de Fort in the Val Ferret, backed by the Groupe du Grand Saint- Bernard et du Grand abi., Golhaz. ^^^y^^- .^i ^^^.^^ caiiy ;.cab01i. jMiii' Mr. Rednali? Fam-i- has sairJ «)f Mont Ceriis towards 1 safely declare th.- slopes of that di.^ the Alps which in Perhaps sonje fields at this sen pictures facing p rriptions, thougi THE MAY FIELDS 33 in this case, alone bring entire belief and under- standing. " Colour, the soul's bridegroom," is so abounding, so fresh, hght, joyful, and enslaving, that, after all has been said and done to picture it, one sits listless, dejected and despairing over one's tame and lifeless efforts ; one feels that it must be left to speak for itself in its own frank, dreamland language — language at once both elusive and comprehensible. The soul of things is possessed of an eloquent and secret code which is every whit its own ; and the soul of these fields is no exception. In spite of Words- worth, there is, and there must be, " need of a remoter charm " ; there is, and there must be, an " interest unborrowed from the eye " ; and it is just this vague, appealing " something " — this "something" so real as to transcend what is known as reality — which speaks to us and invades us in the bright and intimate presence of these hosts of Alpine flowers. In rural parts of England spring is said to have come when a maiden's foot can cover seven daisies at once on the village green. Why, when spring had come here, on these Alpine meadows, I was putting my foot (albeit of goodlier pro- portions than a maiden's) upon at least a score 3 34 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND of Gentians ! Whilst painting the study of Sulphur Anemones (facing page 96) about May 20, my feet, camp-stool, and easel were perforce crushing dozens of lovely flowers — flowers which in England would have been fenced about with every sort of reverence. But sacrifice is the mot cVordre of a live and useful world ; worship at any shrine is accompanied by some *' hard dealing " ; and, sadly as it went against the grain, there was no gentler way in which I could effect my purpose. Looking at the close-set masses of blossom, it is difficult to realise into what these slopes and fields will develop later on. There seems no room for a crop of hayfield grass. Amid this neat and packed abundance there seems no possible footing for a wealth of greater luxuriance. And yet, in a few weeks' time, these fields will have so changed as to be scarcely recognisable. What we see at present, despite its ubiquity, is but a moiety of all they can produce. June and July will border upon a plethora of wonders, though they will not perhaps be rivals to the exquisite charm of May. CHAPTER IV THE VERNAL GENTIAN ''Divin etre d'aznr au coeur pur qui scintille^ Vis tranquille et joyeux sur le riant coteau, Car partout, fleur du ciel^ ou ta couronue brille Elle eufante la joie et luit comme un flambeau." Henry Correvon, Do you ask what the Alps would be without the Edelweiss ? Ask, rather, what they would be without the little Vernal Gentian ! Ask what would be the slopes and fields of Alpine Switzer- land without this flower of heaven-reflected blue, rather than what the rocks and screes and un- couth places would be without Leontopodium alpinum of bloated and untruthful reputation. Ask what Alpland's springtide welcome and autumnal salutation would be if shorn of this little plant's bright azure spontaneity ; ask where would be spring s eager joy fulness, and where the ready hopefulness of autumn. Ask yourself this, 35 36 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND and then the Edelweiss at once falls back into a more becoming perspective with the landscape, into a less faulty pose among the other mountain flowers. Perhaps it is not very venturesome to think that if the Edelweiss had become extinct, and were now to be found only amid the fastnesses of legend, it would live quite as securely in the hearts of men as it does at present ; for its repute rests mostly upon the fabulous. But how different is the case of the earliest of the Gentians ! Here is a plant which, despite the romance-breeding nature of its habit, form, and colour, draws little or nothing from legendary sources. Fable has small command where merit is so marked ; imagi- nation is outstripped by reality, and there is scarcely room for invention where truth is so arresting, so pronounced. Gentiana verna flies no false colours. Its flower is a flower, and not for the greater part an assemblage of hoary-haired leaves. It inspires in men no performance of mad gymnastics on the precipice's brink and brow ; it wears, therefore, no halo of unnecessary human sacrifice. It is not a tender token of attachment among lovers. It does not live in myth, nor has it an important THE VERNAL GENTIAN 37 place in folk-lore. In short, it is just its own bright, fascinating self ; there is nothing of blatant notoriety about its renown, no suspicion of a succes de scajidale such as the Edelweiss can so justly claim. We may laud the Edelweiss as a symbol of advanced endeavour, but the Gentian is more useful, if not, indeed, worthier, in this respect ; for it marks no great extreme and therefore its condi- tion is symbolic of less that is incompatible with consistent human effort. Ruskin has somewhere said that the most glorious repose is that of the chamois panting on its bed of granite, rather than that of the ox chewing the cud in its stall ; but, however transcendentally true this may be, the actually glorious position lies midway betwixt the two — the position of the Gentian in relation with, for instance, the positions of the Edelweiss and the Primrose. We are likely to derive in- spiration of more abundant practical value from the Gentian than from the Edelweiss, because there is comparatively little about it that is extreme. Though advanced in circumstance it is reasonably situated ; it leads, therefore, to no such flagrant inconsistency with facts, no such beating of the drum of romance as, apparently, we find 38 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND so necessary in the case of Leontopodium. The Edelweiss is not all it seems ; the Gentian is. "// ne suffit pas d^etre, ilfaut paraitre " ; and this, certainly, the little Vernal Gentian does. In not one single trait does it belie the high colour of its blossom. With what curiously different craft do each of these flowers play upon the emotions ! With what contrary art does each make its appeal to our regard and adulation ! To each we may address Swinburne's stately lines : to each we may, and do exclaim : "... with my lips I kneel, and with my heart I fall about thy feet and worship thee ..." Yet this act of adoration, when it affects the Edelweiss, seems far more an act of idolatry than it does when it affects the Gentian. For on the one hand we have the Edelweiss stirring the imagination to wild, foolhardy flights amid the awe- some summer haunts of the eagle and the chamois, when, in simple reality, we could if we would be reposing amongst hundreds of its woolly stars upon some gentle pasture-slope away from the least hint of danger and of scandale; while on the other hand we have the Vernal Gentian calling us THE VERNAL GENTIAN 39 at once in all frankness to accept it as it is — one of the truest and loveliest marvels of the Alps, "... the fair earth's fond expression Of tenderness for heaven above . . . " ! To each do we accord, as Mr. Augustine Birrell vi^ould say, " a mass of greedy utterances " ; to each do we lose our hearts ; but only to one do we lose our heads. And that one is the Edelweiss : the plant of leaves which ape a flower ; the plant whose flower is as inconspicuous as that of our common Sun Spurge ; the plant that would have us forget its abundance on many a pasture, and think of it only as clinging perilously to high-flung cliffs where browse the chamois and where nest the choughs. The Gentian Family as a whole is possessed of very striking individuaUty, and for the most part its members arrest more than usual attention. Its name is said to be derived from Gentius, King of Illyria, who is reputed to have first made known its medicinial properties — tonic, emetic, and nar- cotic. Although it ranges from Behring's Straits to the Equator and on to the Antipodes, its resi- dence is mainly northern. In New Zealand its chief colour is red ; in Europe blue ; and of all 40 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND its blue European representatives none can eclipse perennial vernas radiant star. The Vernal Gentian is no stranger to England, though, as an indigenous plant, it is a stranger to most Englishmen. It is still to be found on wet limestone rocks in Northern England (Teesdale) and also in the north-west of Ireland. Like Gentiana nivalis of the small band of Alpine annuals and tiniest of the blue-starred Gentians, it lingers in the British Isles, a rare, pathetic remnant of past salubrity of climate and condi- tion ; and to its homes in England and Ireland, rather than in Switzerland, we should perhaps go to study how to grow it in our gardens more successfully than we do at present. But it is to the Alps that we must turn to find it revelling wealthily in a setting for which it is pre-eminently suited ; it is there that its "... living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet." For, in the Alps, it is an abundant denizen of the pastures in general: both the grazing pastures or " Alps," and " the artificial modifications of the pastures," as Mr. Newell Arber calls the meadows. If we wanted to give this Gentian an English name (and far be it from me to suggest that we d vemd's radi. niost Englishmen. It is still to e rocks in X ' '^ .' \n the ). Gentian the small banc^ tarred ( i rare, j.... reii late and cor tic freland. The PARADISE LILY {Pamdisia Liliastntm) . . ..-. near the Glacier de Trient about the middle of June. suecessJtuily than we do at present. But it is to the Alps that \-r' - . ^ v.'calthily in a sci it is there tb;. pastures in , " Alps," and pastures," as Mr If we wanted pastures or tions of the Lne meadows, itian an suggest THE VERNAL GENTIAN 41 should do any such thing) we should probably have to call it Spring-Felwort ; Felwort being an old-time title for Gcntiana amarella, an annual herb common to dry pastures and chalk downs in England, and possibly at one time employed by tanners. In the Jura Mountains verna goes by the name of OEil-de-cliat, and among the peasants inhabiting the northern side of the Dent du Midi, in the Canton de Valais, I have heard it referred to as Le Bas du Bon Dime ; but, considering the remarkably suggestive character of the plant, the domain of folk-lore seems curiously empty of its presence. This, possibly, is in part due to its amazing abundance, and to the fact that it is to be found from about 1,200 feet to about 10,000 feet, thus causing it to meet with the proverbial fate of things familiar. But, at any rate, its dried flowers, mixed with those of the Rhododendron and the purple Viola, are used in the form of " tea " by the montagnards as an antidote for chills and rheumatism. The appearance of venia upon the pastures is not confined solely to the early springtime ; though this is the season of its greatest wealth, it may be met with quite commonly in the late autumn. Indeed it affects the days which circle round the 42 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND whole of winter ; and I have found it several times even at Christmas near Arveyes, above Gryon (Vaud), upon steep southward-facing banks where sun and wind combined to chase away the snow. If, then, for no other reason than this, it seems curious that romance has not gathered this Gentian under its wing as it has the Edelweiss. As for the radiant purity of its five-pointed azure stars, it is perhaps only outshone by that of the Myosotis-like flowers of Eritrichiuvi nanwn. King of the Alps ; but even this rivalry is doubt- ful when verna is growing upon a limestone soil, where its blossoms are more brilliant than those produced upon granitic ground. Blue, however, although it is the superabundant type-colour, is not the invariable hue of its blos- soms ; indeed, it shows more variety than even many a botanist suspects, and I have found it in all tints from deep French to pale Cambridge blue, from rich red-purple to the palest lilac, and from the faintest yellow-white, through blush-white, to the purest blue-white. I have, too, found it party- coloured, blue-and-white. These many variations from the type give occasion for suggestive questions that I fain would indicate, because I believe with Mr. Arber that THE VERNAL GENTIAN 43 such variations can only " arise from deep-seated tendencies, which find their expression in the existence of the individual, and the evolution of the race." For instance, are the mauve and plum- coloured flowers a break-back to the ancestral type ; that is to say, was the more primitive verna red ? Blue flowers are more highly organised than those of other colours ; are, then, all flowers striv- ing to be blue — like Emerson's grass, " striving to be man ? " The French-blue Gentians are of warmer tint than those of Cambridge hue ; are they, therefore, the first decided step into this highest of the primary colours : are they the first strikingly victorious effort of the plant to shake off all trammel of red ? And white ; what of white ? I have seen white verna tinged with rose, and white verna of a white altogether free from any tint of grossness — a white so positive as to suggest the utmost frailty arising from degeneracy, if it were not known to be the natural consequence of presistent advance through blue. These are nice points for speculation. But " let us not rove ; let us sit at home with the cause " 1 Blue for us is the essential colour for this Gentian : we can dispense with all its efforts to be white. Blue, not white, is the hue of promise. 44 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND And it is promise we look for at the turn of the year ; it is promise we must have after long months of snow. When youthful " chevalier Printemps " hymns us his ancient message ; when in penetrating , accents of triumph he tells us : " Cest moi que Dieu sur terre envoie Dans un rayon de son soleil Pour mettre la terre en joie, Pour faire un monde tout vermeil. Quand Thiver m'a crie ' qui vive ! ' J'ai dit : ' Fais-moi place, il est temps ! Du Paradis tout droit j 'arrive : Je suis le chevalier Printemps ! ' " — when, I say, spring thus speaks to us of the rout of winter and the dawn of a wealthier life, it is blue that we look for most upon the frost-stained fields ; blue not white — the blue of the type- flowered Gentian, not the white of the Alpine Crowfoot and Crocus. Whilst writing these lines on the most fascinating spring flower of the Alps, there comes before my mind one spot in particular where it abounds in May — a certain long and rapid grassy slope at Le Planet, above Argentiere (Haute-Savoie). Albeit not in Switzerland, Le Planet is only just across the frontier ; and, as every one who knows THE VERNAL GENTIAN 45 the district will attest, it is difficult to draw a rigid, formal line where flowers and mountains are so knit in common semblance. Other rich scenes of azure I can recall — as on the swelling slopes of the Jura around the Suchet, or on the fields which mount from Naters towards Bel- Alp ; but none forces itself to mind with such persistence as does this slope at Le Planet. And it is because the surrounding circumstance illustrates so well all that I have been saying about this Gentian's presence in the spring. The slope in question is not five minutes' stroll from the hotel. On the plateau itself verna is all but absent, but on this broad and steep incline it congregates in such amazing numbers that, as I think on it, I am sure all I have said of this witching flower is poor and paltry. After all, verbal magniloquence is perhaps out of place, and simplicity is the best translator of such magnifi- cence. All shades of brightest blue are here presented ; for, excepting a few pale plum-coloured clusters, the brilliant type-flower is ubiquitous, blending delightfully with the little yellow Violet and with the white, fluffy seedheads of the Coltsfoot. But what, perhaps, makes this particular slope 46 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND so appropriate in point of illustration for this chapter is, that above it towers the mighty Aiguille Verte, decked as in winter with its snows and ice, and in the foreground lies the frozen remains of a great avalanche strewn with fallen rocks and pierced by stricken larch-trees. Yes ; from the lichen, UmbUicmia virginiSy the furthest outpost of vegetable life as it clings to the Jungfrau's awful rocks at an altitude of 13,000 feet, to the yellow Primrose of the woods and meadows of the plains, there is no plant of Alp- land that is so precious, so rare in its very abund- ance as Ge7itiana verna. Nor is there another Alpine that can make so wide and so certain an appeal. Spread broadcast and alone upon the awakening turf of mountain slope and meadow, it captivates the instant attention of even the merest passer-by. And if amongst its abounding azure there happens, as will often be the case, a vigorous admixture of healthy rose and yellow — the rose of the Mealy or Bird's-eye Primula, the yellow of the Sulphur Anemone and Marsh Marigold — then this were a scene to "make the pomp of emperors ridiculous " ; a scene of subtly true magnificence, of perfectly balanced delight. THE VERNAL GENTIAN 47 See the Vernal Gentian as it lies thus bountifully set, a radiant blue carpet of heavenly intensity, backed majestically by winter's receding snows on mighty glacier and stupendous peak ; note its myriad white-eyed, coerulean blossoms over which hover with tireless wing its faithful, eager friends, the humming-bird and bee hawk-moths — the very picture of security and peace amid a scene of awful, threatening grandeur. Listen — listen, the while, to the thunder coming from " the vexed paths of the avalanches " ; listen to the sound of falling rock and pine, and mark the great air-tossed cloud of powdered snow ; listen to the alarm -cry of the speckled mountain-jay, and to the shriek- like warning of the marmot ; then tell me if there is any other flower that could so well play the part of hope-inspiring herald to a world as harassed as is that of the Alps in the season that surrounds the winter ? CHAPTER V IN STORM AND SHINE " Well roars the storm to those that hear A deeper voice across the storm." Tennyson. Although Nature is moving apace, and the poet declares he has even " heard the grasses springing underneath the snow " ; although one set of flowers is surplanting another in startlingly swift succes- sion, and the first-fruits of the Alpine year are already on the wane, we will take our own time and study this progress with deliberate care and attention. We have seen May smiling ; we ought — nay, we are in duty bound — to see her frowning. Like the recluse of Walden, we ought each of us to become a " self-appointed inspector of snow- storms and rainstorms." An undoubtedly noble and proper philosophy assures us that there is truth and beauty in no matter what condition, and that they who see 48 A J (, CHAPTER V IN STORM AND SHINE • Well roam the storm to those that hear A deeper voice across the storm." Tbnnysow. ATTTTm-oTT Nature and the poet JUNE MEADOWS of Salvia, Lychnis, &c.^^Vn^^*^^ the Val Ferret, just before arriving at the village of Praz tie Fort. sion, and the first-fruits of the Alpine year are already on the wane, we will take our own ' and study this p'-^^-'i-r.^ -t^f], /..^v. attention. We nay, we are in du i - . l.ike the rechisv^ • u ui us to become a t' snow- storms and rail; what cond that they IN STORM AND SHINE 49 nothing but what is tiresome or hideous in certain estates, draw the overplus of tiresomeness and hideousness from their own selves. " Beauty is truth, and truth is beauty," says this philosophy ; " how, then," it queries, " can any condition be unbeautiful ? Is it not yourselves who are in part lacking in a sense of loveliness, since truth can never really be unbeautiful ? " Now, whatever we think of this as a species of sophistry, it behoves us to look into it with quiet and decent care. An everyday world, deep in its old conventions, will declare that it is certainly straining a point to try thus to make all geese appear as swans. With the exception of the poet minded to verse the innate grandeur of gloom, the entire sublimity of storm, the entrancing mellow- ness of fog and rain, and the wild joy which comes with a blizzard ; or perhaps of the painter minded to achieve in paint what the poet is doing in ink (both of them, most probably, contriving their rhapsodies within the snug seclusion of their rooms) — with the exception of these two privileged persons comfortably absorbed in justifying a bias, an everyday world, voting bad weather a kill-joy and mar-plot, will find happiness only in avoiding and forgetting it. 50 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND Be that as it may ; be fog, wind, and cloud and driving rain and sleet a luxury in which we should revel — or not ; of all places in the world in bad weather, the Alps at springtide and at the altitude at which we are now studying them, are probably among the most interesting and absorbing. Let an everyday world, or as much of it as can, come and judge for itself. If in our composition we have a grain of love for Nature and for Nature-study, there is a fund of opportunity for exercising it even in cloudland at its gloomiest ; and if, as in the present case, we are bent upon studying the flowers and the means for their more adequate reception into our English homelands, then bad weather holds for us an amount of experience such as will aid us materially in our object. " Inclemency " takes so large a share in the nurture of these flowers. By companying with them when steeped in cloud and swept by wind, we catch an important glimpse of the grim and forceful side of their existence which is a prime cause of the superlative loveliness that so impresses us when the sun does shine from out an immaculate azure. Just as the cheese-mite is a product of the cheese, and has attained its beauty and efficiency because IN STORM AND SHINE 51 of the nature of cheese, so are these Alpines the wonderful things they are because of the nature of the conditions with which they have to contend and upon which they have to subsist. It is all very well for us to arrive upon the scene at this late moment in their existence, transplant them to our gardens, and there grow them, maybe, with marked success ; it is all very well for us to annex them now to our retinue of chattels, lord it over them, and display them on our rockworks as if it were to us and to our care and trouble that they owe their beauty ; but these plants have arrived at what they are without us and our attentions. Our gardens never made them what they are, or gave them one particle of their supreme and striking beauty. Nor are our gardens likely to heighten that beauty in any real way ; much more likely is it that we shall arrive at degrading their refine- ment by bringing it down from the severe purity of the skies to the grosser, easier circumstance of our sheltered soil. Alpine plants, perhaps because of the extreme conditions with which they have to contend, and therefore because of the extreme measures they have to take in order to defend themselves, seem to be possessed of an efficiency surpassing that 52 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND of most other plants. They are what incessant warfare has made of them ; they dehght in it. Strenuous children of strenuous circumstance, they are self-reliant to a degree, and hold themselves with a winning air of independence. But it is independence begot of strict dependence ; they admit as much quite frankly and sanely — an ad- mittal of which man might well make a note in red ink. Nature all over the world is saying, not, " I^et me help you to be independent," but, " You shall and must depend upon me for your inde- pendence." And no living things have better understood this truth than have the Alpines ; no living things have acknowledged and mastered this obligation more thoroughly than they. Hence their beauty ; hence their serenity and " nerve " ; hence their "blended holiness of earth and sky." Mark with what consummate efficiency these Alpine field-flowers cope with stern inclemency. Tossed and torn by storms for which the Alps are famous, see how they anchor themselves to Mother Earth ! Washed by torrential rains upon the rapid slopes, or parched by the most personal of suns, small wonder that their roots, in many cases, should form by far the greater part of their bulk and stature. They recall to mind that learned IN STORM AND SHINE 53 professor who, wishing possibly to postulate some- thing "new," declared to an unconvinced but amused world that what it saw of a tree was not the tree — the tree was underground. Whilst painting in the Val d'Arpette in June of this year (1910), I met with a striking instance of the boisterous treatment to which these plants must accustom themselves. The day was radiantly fine (as any one may see from the picture facing page 24), yet suddenly, and without warning, a most violent wind tore through the little valley, sweeping everything loose and insecure before it, upsetting my easel and camp-stool, carrying my Panama hat up on to the snow, and making of the Anemones and Violas a truly sorry sight. This violence, albeit of a somewhat different nature, reminded me of several experiences I had had of uncommonly powerful eddies of wind, travelling, like some waterspout at sea, slowly, in growling, whirring spirals, over the steep pastures, tearing up the grass and blossoms and carrying them straight and high up into the air ; whilst all around — except myself! — remained un- moved and peaceful. I have seen such eddies strike a forest, shaking and swaying the giant pines like saplings, wrenching off dead wood and 54 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND many a piece of living branch, and whirling them aloft. Under a glorious sky and amid the solitude and stillness of the Alps, such violence is at least uncanny, if not a little unnerving. One is moved to turn in admiration to the ever-smiling Alpines and ejaculate: " Brave flowers — that I could gallant it like you, And be as little vain ! " AVith this as a sample— and a by no means uncommon sample — of what they have to with- stand, small wonder that so many of these plants have endowed themselves with such a deep, tenacious grip upon their home ! Try with your trowel to dig up an entire root of, for instance, the Alpine Clover {Trifolium alpinum), or the Sulphur Anemone, or the Bearded Campanula, or the tall blue Rampion {Phyteuma betoiiici folium), or even so diminutive a plant as Sibbaldia pro- cumhens, or of so modest a one as Plantago alpina, and you will be astounded at the depth to which you must delve. You will find it the same with a hundred other subjects ; and, unless you be digging in some loose and gritty soil, most probably your amazement will end in despair, and in destruction to the plant. More likely than not, you will hack IN STORM AND SHINE 55 through the main root long before you have un- earthed the end of it. If for no other reason than this, then, it is at least unwise to try to uproot these pasture-flowers. Should they be required for the home-garden, it is far wiser and better behaviour to gather seed from them later in the season. Most of them grow admirably from seed thus gathered and sotvn as soon as possible ; most of them develop rapidly and blossom within two years ; and with this grand advantage over up- rooted plants— they are able to acclimatize them- selves from birth to their new conditions and surroundings, their translation being no rude and abrupt transition from one climate to another. In this and in many other directions, it is when bad w^eather sweeps the Alps that w^e can perhaps best learn from Nature what Emerson learnt from her : that " she suffers nothing to remain in her Kingdom which cannot help itself." And, in learning how these plants help themselves, we are also learning how best we can help them w^hen we remove them to our gardens. Bad weather is the greatest of teachers all the w^orld over. On sunny days we enjoy and admire what is very largely the product of the storms. Everything, even the worst thing, in its place, 56 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND is a good thing. As all sunshine and no storm would make man a nonentity, so would it produce Alpines devoid of their present great ability and comeliness. A thing of complete beauty is a thing of all weathers ; and it is a thing of present joy, and of joy for ever, because of much anguish in the past. You and I could see nothing of loveliness if it were not for ugliness ; and these Alpines would not be worth looking at were it not for the awful attempts made by Nature to overwhelm them. " A perpetual calm will never make a sailor " ; or, as Mr. Dooley says, " Foorce rules the wurruld"— and keeps it peacefully dis- turbed, bewitchingly " alive." And Alpine inclemency possesses an aesthetic value which is as important as it is alluring. Whether " in the smiles or anger of the high air," these flower-fields are invariably things of beauty ; even as the diamond glitters in the gloom, so do these pastures shine throughout the storm. What could be more sesthetically beautiful than the rosy expanses of Mealy Primrose bathed in dense, driving mists, or (as in the picture facing page 16) the regiments of Globe- Flower, standing pale but fascinating, in weather which, were we down on the plains, we should consider " not fit for a dog - t>:K^W' Xf'^:vn/my<-'- It is a, : because . , . iid I could not for ugliness ., ,..Hi. looking mde by lai calm wiJ Field of CAMPANULA RHOMBOIDALIS on the Col de la Forclaz, about the beginning of July. :s aji ,\ if k .)" Iher " hi StOlT! 1 uting pale bui s i'M 'V ." *•: ■ ■ f 5 IN STORM AND SHINE 57 to be abroad in " ? Or what more Minsome than the widespread colonies of Bartsia, MicheU's Daisy, Pedicularis, Biscutella, and Bell-Gentian {Gentiana verna, unfortunately, is closed when the sun hides itself), lying subdued but colour-full beside the steaming waters of the lake ? Ah ! where one of these Alpine lakes is in the landscape, what wonders of Nature's artistry we may watch when rough winds howl and toss the seething cloud into ever-changing combinations of tint, form, and texture ! " With how ceaseless motion, with how strange Flowing and fading, do the high Mists range The gloomy gorges of the Mountains bare " ! A hundred hues of grey fill the vapour-laden air and are mirrored in receptive waters — hues with which the fresh rose of the Primula and the rich, full yellow of the Marsh -IMarigold blend with perfect felicity, lending that touch of human appeal which makes the scene ideal. The forests, too, are never so picturesque as when clouds cling to the pine and larch, softening the tone and carriage of these somewhat formal trees, and breaking up every suggestion of monotony in their reiterated masses. A soft, weird, inti- mately mysterious beauty reigns over everything. 58 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND What matter the winds and the rains if they bring us such expression ? By what is regret justified in all this witchery ? Regret that the sun no longer shines, inducing the Vernal Gentian to open wide its bright blue eyes ? Nay ; here, in Alp-land, if nowhere else, does an ultimate philosophy speak possibly of what is actual ; here, if nowhere else, bad weather is but a delightful foil to bright and sunny days. Regret ! There is no right room for such repining : no sound and balanced reason to moan, as moans, for instance, the Chinese poet : " If only to darken the darkness, O Thou in Thy heavens above, Why dost Thou light for a moment the lamp of a beautiful thing ? " For in the Alps the lamp of Beauty burns without cessation ; and where wondrous flowering pastures border some rough-cut lake, legacy from glaciers long since retired, the lamp burns always brightly. By writing of inclemency in such full-flavoured tones, I am not trying to make the best of a bad case ; I am simply and honestly setting forth the undoubted good there is in what may seem " im- possible." Any one who has lived with these things and has watched them springtime after springtime, IN STORM AND SHINE 59 is usually in no way eager to run away, although well aware that the sheltered distractions of the towns are within quite easy reach. One finds no really compensating counterpart in kursaals and shop-windows for an Alpine springtime where flowering pastures kiss "the crystal treasures of the liquid world." One need not be a poet, one need not be a painter, one need not be a mystic, and one certainly need be no " neurasthenic " to appreciate the figurative sunshine of which spring's Alpine inclemency is redolent. One has but to be natural — a sanely-simple human being, dis- missing the hampering prejudices and conventions born of towns, and alloM^ing the appeal of Nature to come freely into its own. Then oneself is busy a- weaving — a-weaving of cobweb dreams ; and the cobwebs are woven of material worthy, substantial, and real. One's dreams are not of that solid, sordid order, nor of that frail, unhealthy nature so common with dreams arising from un- natural town-life. They are children of completest sanity, and they are in no part begot of ennui. One builds, and one builds for health's sake ; nor does the building know aught of " castles in Spain." There is no question here of anaemic fancy. All that one dreams is not only possible, but sound, 60 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND touching upon realities which control and direct the best of destinies. Compared with town-life, one is in a new world ; and it is often astounding to think that town-life is a necessity to which one is obliged to add the important word " imperative." And all this may be so even in wet weather. Here, even when clouds hold everything in damp and clinging embrace, we may " Grow rich in that which never taketh rust." And grow rich quite comfortably ; for have we not our mackintoshes and goloshes I The Alps are not ours for climbing purpose only. They are not for us only when winter rules and gives us sports abounding, or when the snows retire to the cradles of the glaciers, and the days of late July and those of August and Sep- tember grant us the conditions we most seek for long excursions. They are ours also for an in- termediate season : a season of the utmost value, though, maybe, not for " sport." JNlr. Frederic Harrison, speaking of " the eternal mountains, vocal with all the most majestic and stirring appeals to the human spirit," and of the treatment of them by those who think only of " rushing from pass to pass and from peak to peak in order to beat IN STORM AND SHINE 61 Tompkins time or establish a new record," says : " Switzerland might be made one of the most exquisite schools of every sense of beauty, one of the most pathetic schools of spiritual wonder." And Mr. Harrison is right : this school exists, and is no mere fiction wrought of sentimental thinking. Nor is it ever closed to students — although there be periods when the attendance is lamentably slack. We know that its doors stand wide open in the winter and in the summer ; let it be known, and as well known, that they stand equally wide open in the spring. Let it be known, moreover, that in spite sometimes of fickle, fitful weather, it is in the spring, above all other seasons, that this school is " one of the most exquisite schools of every sense of beauty, one of the most pathetic schools of spiritual wonder." Then once again, " The sunlight, leaping from the Heights, Flames o'er the fields of May, And butterflies and insect mites, Born with the new-blown day, Cross fires in shifting opal lights From spray to beckoning spray," 62 FLOWER-FIELDS OF ALPINE SWITZERLAND and we are aware that during the brief period of inclemency a very astonishing change has been taking place in our surroundings under cover of the heavy mists. Nature has been speedily busy, robing the fields in garments fit for June. Before the mists closed down upon us a few days ago insect-life was noticeable mostly by its scarcity. Except for the Orange-Tip and Dingy Skipper butterflies, and for the Skipper-like moth, EucUdia Mi, flitting among the Saponarias, Daisies, and Geums, and for a dainty milk-white spider on the rosy heads of Primula fminosa, there was little of " life " among the flowers. But now the butter- flies are legion, a brilliant pea-green spider has joined the white one, and lustrous little beetles — among the most beautiful of Alpine creatures — are either frolicking or basking in the glorious sunshine on the wild Peppermint and other fragrant herbs. As for the flowers themselves, they have more than doubled in kind, if not actually in beauty and in number. Indeed, there is such transformation in the meadows as makes us rub our eyes and wonder if we have not slept the sleep of Rip van Winkle ! The Gentians have all but gone, the Anemone also, and Prirnula farinosa has become most rare. IN STORM AND SHINE 63 In their places stand the Globe-Flower, the Bis- tort, the Paradise IJly (barely open), the Sylvan Geranium, the blue Centaurea, and the pale yellow Biscutella, while the last blossoms of Anemone sidphurea have been joined by the exquisite blush- tinted heads of Anejnone narcissiflora. It is as though some curtain had rolled swiftly up upon another landscape — one which, as we are but human, we must applaud more rapturously than we did the last. For — "To-day fresh colours break tlie soil, and butterflies take wing Down broidered lawns all bright with pearls in the garden of the King." And although we still may say we are in dainty May, more than the toe of our best foot is already in gorgeous June. CHAPTER VI THE JUNE MEADOWS " The showers are over, the skiffing showerS;, Come^ let us rise and go Where the happy mountain flowera. Children of the young June hours, In their sweet haunts blow." Principal Shairp. " On prete aux riches," and here is Nature lending yet more wealth to fields that were already so wealthy ! It is simply amazing with what doting enthusiasm she pours her floral riches upon the Alps ! Many who know only the June fields in England think that we who write of the Swiss fields at this season are either in a chronic state of hysteria, or else do wilfully point our story as if it were a snake story or the story of a tiger- hunt. But, let the fact be known, in writing or speaking upon this subject, the exigencies of the English language oblige us to be temperate ; it 64 %■ 1*' MEADOWS ;he skiffing shots ttr^, ;■> In the EARLY JULY FIELDS at Champex. Vature lendin already .^ ii is simply air. ;i what dot! ill S^if^ n