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There is also an Adder' s-Tongue Fern {Ophioglossum 

 vulgatuni). We therefore see that the re-establishing 

 of the former and ancient name, Dog's-Tooth lyily, for 

 species of Erythronium is to be preferred, not only ac- 

 cording to the moral rule of priority, but because it is 

 actually the legal common name. 



The Westville Swamps were sparkling with these 

 yellow lily-bells, while in the woods along the sluggish 

 stream, the Marsh Marigolds — often called American 

 Cowslips — were holding up their golden goblets to be 

 filled with morning dew. Farther up the stream, near 

 a rude plank bridge in the pasture roadway, I found a 

 baby turtle basking in the sunshine. He was no 

 larger than the hollow of my palm. The little fellow 

 was too frightened to tumble off his stony couch and 

 run for the stream. He sat still and eyed me distrust- 

 fully. He drew in his head and toes, and I lifted him 

 gently in my hand, placing him in a paper bag among 

 the flowers I had gathered. I intended him for a 

 surprise in the school aquarium. 



Climbing far up the side of West Rock, I looked 

 over the Woodbridge fields and toward West Peak, 

 near Meriden. In the dim distance the Giant's form 

 was outlined against the horizon at Mount Carmel. 

 This mountain assumes the form of a gigantic Egyp- 

 tian mummy. The hands are folded across the breast, 

 and the head and feet are stretched in stiff dignity — so 

 to remain through the ages. 



Among the wooded hills and vales below, the cloud- 

 shadows chased each other to the distant mountains 



