THE OUTDOOR WORLD. 



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this girl of eight or ten years with sev- 

 eral other children for a walk in the 

 country. We saw many birds and sev- 

 eral nests — one of the latter, as 1 recall, 

 a chipping sparrow's with its tiny blue 

 eggs. It was pitiful, beyond my power 

 to tell, to hear this child's instant and 

 invariable question at out every bird 

 and flower and nest: "What good is 

 that ?' : And this was the one you 



Among the flowers are wonderfully 

 varied forms; they carpel the ground 

 in endless patterns. The vines of clem- 

 atis, bittersweet and woodbine twist and 

 wind into almost every conceivable 

 shape and form of scroll. It would 

 seem that in nature our every possible 

 whim for the pleasing in form and line 

 is somewhere provided for. But they 

 who seek the $ sign are not likely to find 



A REVELRY OF BLOODROOT. 



"After its charms have been displayed, up rises the circular leaf-cloak." 

 Photographed by Geo. O. Stoddard, Newtonville, Massachusetts. 



would have picked out among her play- 

 mates for the poet — a slender girl with 

 lustrous eyes and long dark curls. She 

 had but one standard for a grocer's 

 cart and a nest of bird's eggs. Failing 

 to see that the birds were directly con- 

 cerned with our purely material econ- 

 omy, she had not the least observable 

 pleasure in them. It is not conceivable 

 that such sordidness in a child is nat- 

 ural. 



it here though they search till dooms- 

 day. Thank God for that. 



Me must be hard at heart, indeed, 

 who can quite resist the uplifting 

 influence of wild flowers. As a boy one 

 may roam the woods, bent on the de- 

 struction of squirrels, the collecting of 

 birds' eggs and on vandalism in gen- 

 eral. He little heeds the anemones, 

 bloodroots and hepaticas which he 

 treads underfoot or, at the best, gathers 



