In August and September I have seen the sloping hills of the sierra north-west of the pueblo of Panalachic (Banalachic; banala = face, _i.e_., the outline of a prominent rock near by), covered with large crimson flowers, and also certain yellow ones, called _baguis_, making the country appear like a garden.

I noticed in the same locality two kinds of lovely lilies, one yellow and one containing a single large red flower.

The Tarahumare have names for all these plants.
Before all, however, should be mentioned the carmine-red _Amaryllis_.

Like the crocus and the snowdrops of northern climates it appears before the grass is green.

It is a perfect treat to the eye to meet now and then in this dry and sandy country, and at such a chilly elevation, this exquisitely beautiful flower, which is here appreciated only by the humming-birds.