May and Early June 



crowned with success. Through many a 

 mosquito-ridden marsh have we flound- 

 ered in its vain quest, but perhaps now 

 we only prize it the more for our long 

 probation. 



Some one has said that the swamp is 

 nature's sanctuary. Truly, such a re- 

 mote, hushed, hixuriant spot as this, so 

 full of her rarer beauties, free from any 

 suggestion of man, seems almost like her 

 '* holy of holies," and we feel as if we 

 had been somewhat intrusive in our reck- 

 less search after loveliness. 



But all such hyper - sensitiveness van- 

 ishes as we perceive a great, snowy patch 

 on the farther side of the marsh. Re- 

 gardless of their lace-like clusters we push 

 our way through thickets of dogwood and 

 viburnum, rudely shake the pink blos- 

 soms from the wild azalea which bars our 

 way, tread underfoot the rank leaves of 

 skunk- cabbage and false hellebore, and, 

 with shoes filled with water to their ut- 



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