80 DYER’S HOLLOW. 
No botanist, nor even a semi-scientifice 
lover of growing things, like myself, can 
ever walk in new fields without an eye for 
new plants. While coming down the Cape 
in the train I had seen, at short intervals, 
clusters of some strange flower, — like yellow 
asters, I thought. At every station I jumped 
off the car and looked hurriedly for speci- 
mens, till, after three or four attempts, I 
found what I was seeking, — the golden as- 
ter, Chrysopsis falcata. Here in Truro it 
was growing everywhere, and of course in 
Dyer’s Hollow. Another novelty was the 
pale greenbrier, Smilax glaucu, which I saw 
first on the hill at Provincetown, and after- 
ward discovered in Longnook. It was not 
abundant in either place, and in my eyes had 
less of beauty than its familiar relatives, the 
common greenbrier (cat-brier, horse-brier, 
Indian-brier) of my boyhood, and the car- 
rion flower. This glaucous smilax was one 
of the plants that attracted Thoreau’s atten- 
tion, if I remember right, though I cannot 
now put my finger upon his reference to it. 
Equally new to me, and much more beau- 
tiful, as well as more characteristic of the 
place, were the broom-crowberry and the 
