Late August and Early September 



the pickerel-weed more fully and luxuri- 

 antly in bloom than on any previous oc- 

 casion. The slender spikes of delicate 

 blue flowers reared themselves above great 

 beds of dark, polished leaves, making a 

 rich border to the winding river. Our 

 guide told us that in spring the pickerel 

 laid their eggs among these plants, which 

 at that season are not visible above the 

 water, and that later the moose fed upon 

 their leaves. 



The shoals were still starred with the 

 pure blossoms of the arrow-head, while in 

 the current of the stream trembled the 

 thick pink spikes of the amphibious knot- 

 weed. At the foot of the rush - like 

 leaves and golden - brown spires of the 

 cat-tail, and among the soft round heads 

 of the bur-reed, protruded the knobby 

 buds and coarse bright flowers of the yel- 

 low pond-lily. In places where the logs 

 sent down the river the previous winters 

 had ''jammed," the fuzzy whitish pyra- 

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