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Bordering the marshes and streams are the wet meadows, which 

 glow with rich and varied phuit life. Tall grasses and rushes 

 wave among the yellow lilies, grass of Parnassus, and tneadow-riee. 

 Nestling deep down, half hidden in moss and cress, are the dainty 

 marsh-harebell and sweet white violet. Here we sh all cull a choice 

 bouquet. We still need our rubbers over tall shoes. The latter I 

 always wear in walking, as a protection from possible snake-bites. 

 7 he former I suspend in a bag from my belt, in order to have them 

 "handy." The wet meadow and swamp ot'erlap each' other, and 

 some flowers may be grouped in this chapter which also groxv in the 

 marshes. 



