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NOTES ON THE FLORA OF FRANKLIN COUNTY, 
MASSACHUSETTS. 
Emite F. WILLIAMS. 
I spent June 17th and 18th, 1910, in Greenfield, Massachusetts, 
and as I collected there and in the neighborhood several plants of 
much interest, I was urged by the ever diligent editors of RHODORA to 
put them on record. 
The morning of the 17th was devoted to the bold ridge to the east of 
the town, known locally as Rocky Mountain. Much of this ridge is 
brown sandstone, and near the southerly end there is an outcrop of 
basaltic rock which is of such interest to geologists, that the inroads of 
a stone crusher near by were diverted in another direction. Immedi- 
ately as we entered the woods at the foot of the slope, we were greeted 
by the delicate elusive purple racemes of Liparis lilijfolia, an aus- 
picious introduction to the flora of the ridge. A short scramble brought 
us to the summit which was literally covered by a Vaccinium that has 
hitherto always escaped me, until I began to think it very rare indeed, 
V. stamineum, the deerberry or Squaw huckleberry. Its racemes 
are quite loose and, unlike the flowers of most other species of the 
genus, the corollas are open campanulate and hang downwards on 
slender pedicels, like graceful little white bells with burnt orange 
stamens for clappers. On the edge of the cliffs, beautiful tufts of 
Woodsia ilvensis filled those cracks in the rock which were not appro- 
priated by the harebells and the fruiting clumps of Columbine. A 
little further south the top of the cliff was covered by great patches of 
the by no means common Arenaria stricta. I have it from a few sta- 
tions in Vermont and only one in Connecticut. Near by we came 
upon a thriving colony of the beautiful Asclepias quadrifolia, and 
Arabis Drummondz filled the cracks of a great ledge in the burning 
sunshine. ‘The view from the southern end of the ridge called Sachem's 
Head was superb. Below us spread the town with the Green river 
sluggishly flowing to its junction with the Deerfield river. To our 
left stretched many miles of the Connecticut river and its fertile valley. 
Before us was extended the Deerfield valley with the picturesque 
village peeping out between the tall trees, and in the foreground Pine 
Hill, a richly wooded island in the Deerfield meadows, reminded us of 
