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Clouds. Hours passed while we were struggling to regain the 
summit and the shelter of the hotel. On all my subsequent visits 
I never felt a desire to follow the wild course of that first weary day. 
Before the middle of September I was again in Smuggler’s 
Notch with an assistant, and this time prepared to camp in the 
old Notch House amongst hedgehogs, and botanize the region 
day by day. The long list of plants brought out on this visit 
caused surprise. Here were found in abundance Asfidium fra- 
grans, Asplenium viride, Woodsia glabella and Woodsia hyper- 
dorea. On our way home we followed the trail around the south 
end of Mount Mansfield, through Nebraska Notch to Cambridge, 
and on the cliffs of this Notch were found both the rare Woodsias 
mentioned above, and later Woodsia hyperborea turned up about 
the north peak of the mountain. 
In the following year my delight in this preserve of boreal 
plants was shared with not a few genial botanists. Charles Faxon 
came before any of us suspected that he possessed undeveloped 
talent for a botanical artist of highest excellence. Edwin Faxon 
followed his young brother, and with me made the tedious ascent 
to Stirling Pond, a day of toil well rewarded. Thomas Morong 
came, before the hardships of his Paraguayan journey had broken 
him down, and he made a find over us all—a single, puny speci- 
men of Primula Mistassinica Michx., possibly the last individual of 
_ its species surviving in that field. Our honored president came, 
and not to that field alone. In those days, as now, he was every- 
Where over these fields, prying sharply into the secrets of our 
plants and our rocks. On lake shores, on mountain tops, in 
sphagnous bogs and darkest swamps, he was often my companion 
to add delight to my occupation and to reinforce my enthusiasm. 
Long may his form be seen among you on field days in sedgy 
meadows and on wildest mountain heights—unless I can allure 
him away to wider, richer fields. The gentle Davenport came at 
last to behold for the first time in their native haunts many of the _ 
objects of his love and study. When I had found for him yet 
once more in a fifth Vermont station (this was under Checker- 
berry Ledge, near Bakersfield) the fern he at first desired, and, 
together with that had discovered within our limits three or four 
others quite as rare and scarcely expected, I might feel that I had 
