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hrict" stiuly of the flora alon^ the way. .\t the Ccninty toll- 

 hricl^e the porch of the l)ritl^e-keeper's house was covered with 

 the woodbine which i^jives our Httle town its name. y\.t this 

 season it was gay with its scarloi flowers. From the bridge 

 i could sec a point down stream where I went last April by 

 boat for the Ijeautiful 1 1 yuicnocallis occidcntalis. They al- 

 ways grow in marshes and can usually jje reached only by 

 boat at high tide. I secured some eighty bulbs which are now 

 making themselves at home around my lily pool. This is 

 the loveliest Hymcnocallis I know of. It does not grow large 

 with a thick stem; like its now- widely-cultivated relative Ily- 

 lucnocallis Caribbacuiu. It has two or three flowers to the 

 scape. The divisions of the perianth are long and strap- 

 shaped and the lilaments are connected for more than half 

 liieir length by a cup-shaped "crown." Except for the ver- 

 satile golden anthers the flowers are white and very fragrant. 



Afted crossing the bridge the road gt>es over a mile 

 through a salt marsh. This was formcrlv a rice-field, but the 

 present owners have allowed the marsh to grow^ up to saw- 

 palmetto and Pontcdcria \\ni\\ an occasional open pool in which 

 NympJiacas were growing. Great numbers of birds visit the 

 marsh on their annual migrations. As we rode along a 



three-foot alligator crossed in front of us and slithered 

 into a pool below the road. Farther down the river are large 

 areas of thick swampy woods full of deer, turkey, and wild- 

 cats. It is a paradise for botanizing but not even the; possi- 

 bility of finding a Gordonia pubesccns would take me there, 

 for rattlesnakes and the equally deadly cotton-mouth mocca- 

 sins also abound. 



After leaving the marsh the road turned ofif through pine 

 flat-woods, mostly second-growth pines sparsely scattered ow- 

 ing to the nefarious practice of "boxing" young trees. Every- 



