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and hidden nooks — such flowers as the Mitchella repens, 

 Coptis trifoHa, Araha trifoha, and epigea repens. 



The larger showy flowers may attract at first sight, 

 but the pleasing effect is not lasting. One soon tires of 

 even the flaming Kalmias and dazzling Azalias, when 

 they appear in great abundance, and a handful or two 

 is better than a wagon load. J^ot so with those delicate 

 little flowers that one finds hidden in the leaves and 

 moss. The other day, quite unexpectedly, I came across 

 a bed of the little flowering wintergreen {Polygala 

 jpaucifolia), the first that I had ever found in that local- 

 ity, and no field of mountain laurel, or swamp of Rho- 

 dodendrons ever gave me the pleasure that these little 

 blossoms yielded. The tliought of them still lingers in 

 the mind like the memory of a pleasant dream, and I 

 am tempted to make anotJier journey just to look again 

 upon their rose-purple faces. 



After a night's rest we were in readiness to renew our 

 tramp in the woods. The weather had cleared up, and 

 the sun was shining on a perfect day. 



Before setting out we visited two old orchards, on the 

 premises, and found a goodly number of our friends 

 housekeeping in the apple trees. The silent lad, who 

 was still with us, became more talkative, and insisted 

 that " he had repeatedly seen a yellow wren in this 

 orchard, and that the wrens were great bee eaters," but 

 we had grown a little skeptical concerning his knowl- 

 edge of ornithology, and endeavored to persuade him 

 that all these little birds save his bees by destroying 

 moths and millers. 



