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Now, we must take care not to wet our feet, for the 
ground is getting damp. We are coming to that lovely 
spot where the brook winds beneath the hemlocks after 
making its leap down the rocks. What is that 
flaming red spot against the gray rock yonder? 
As we draw nearer, we see that a quantity of 
scarlet berries are closely packed upon a thick 
stalk (Fig. 36). 
Do you know the name of the plant which 
owns this flaming fruit? 
_If you were in these woods last May, at 
every turn you met one of those quaint little 
fellows we call “ Jack-in-the-pulpit.”’ 
Jack himself, you remember, was _ hidden 
almost out of sight by his “pulpit.” This pulpit was 
made of a leaf striped green or purple, or both; and 
this leaf curled about and above Jack (Fig. 37). 
After a time the pretty leaf pulpit faded away, and 
Jack was left standing all alone. 
The lower part of Jack is covered with tiny 
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|\f by the little flies (for flies, not bees, visit Jack), 
just as the apple blossom began to change into 
the apple, so these tiny flowers began to turn 
into bright berries. 
While this was happening, Jack’s upper part 
began to wither away; and at last all of it that 
was left was the queer little tail which you see 
Fic. 37, at the top of the bunch of berries. 
It is said that the Indians boiled these berries, and 
then thought them very good to eat, 
