How often we admired the lovely dicksonia ferns with their lanceolate green fronds pointing in all directions; how many times we heard the melody of the wood- thrush as evening drew on and the shadowy ravines seemed hushed and serene as his "angelus" sounded in these vast mountain solitudes.
"See America First"
Orville O. Hiestand
dicksonia fern grows thick about the boulders.
"A Northern Countryside"
Rosalind Richards