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Crossing the river to Nescopeck, and following up the left bank 
for about the same distance as on the right bank, namely, about a 
mile and a half, quite a different flora is observed. One of the 
first things noticed was a stalk or two of Cacalia suaveolens, and 
further on an occasional plant of Physostegia Virginiana and 
Hypericum ellipticum. Overhanging the river bank in deep, shady 
places, were clumps of Rhododendron maximum, the recollection 
of which leaves a bright spot in one’s memory, for few things are 
prettier than the-sea of glossy green leaves, intermingled with the 
glorious flower clusters of Rhododendron. 1 do not attach a specific 
name, as it is not an easy matter to decide which Rhododendron is 
the most handsome, for when I first saw the gorgeous purple 
masses of R. Catawdiense at Blowing Rock and on Grandfather 
Mountain, North Carolina, they seemed more beautiful than any 
other, until the delicate white and pink of R. maximum appeared 
almost at our very doors. Two rare finds were Séellaria uliginosa 
and Pyrola chlorantha, each represented very sparingly. 
Following Black Creek for a short distance beyond Nescopeck, 
only a few things of interest were found, among which were Mon- 
arda fistulosa, var. rubra, Veronica Virginica and two forms of 
Spirea salicifolia, one with broad leaves, and the other with nar- 
row ones. One day I heard of a little body of water, which was 
said to be a famous place for water lilies, and rightly concluded 
that other plants might be found there. Locally it is known as 
the “ Pond,” and « Lily Lake,” and officially on the map as Long 
Pond. It is situated some ten or twelve miles northeast of Ber- 
wick, and about three miles from the river. It was visited first on 
July 5, 1888, then on June 24th and July 29, 1889, by myself, 
and on August 15th and 16th, 1889, by Mr. Small and myself, 
and by us again on September 20, 1890. Then came an interval 
of two years, until September 16th and 17th, 1892, when Miss E. 
Gertrude Halbach and myself made the so far final trip, and of it 
I intend especially to speak. 
On the morning of September 16th we crossed from Berwick 
to Nescopeck, taking the train to Pond Hill, a station nine miles 
farther north. Just opposite the station, and only a few feet from , 
it, at the base of the hill which skirts the river, is an outcropping 
of rocks full of imprints of crinoids and other fossils. — Upon the fig 
