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turns, — others in their yield of pleasure. As many wish 

 money only to procure pleasure, if pleasure can be pro- 

 cured without it, why not take the easy way? The 

 end is the same without the worry of the squash-bugs, 

 and the weeding and hilling of the crop, — to say noth- 

 ing of selling the fruit. The sundew plant would die 

 were it to exchange its habitat for that of the squash. 



Giving myself a shake, I arose and again started on 

 my way. Once through the fence, I nailed fast the 

 board I had loosened, and climbed up to the road 

 through the blackberry briars. 



I did not make another journey for a week or more. 

 On June loth, I ventured through the Glen of Com us 

 to see the colony of the two hundred Moccasins. An 

 albino — a pure white flower of Cypripediiun acaule — 

 was found recently by a lad in the district. He re- 

 ports that he collected it amid a group of thirteen Pink 

 Moccasin-Flowers, apparently the only pale one of the 

 sisters. 



Upon close examination of the structural parts of 

 the albino, I observed that the left anther had not de- 

 veloped at all. It appeared blasted in embryo, and 

 now looked like a brown smeared spot. The sepals 

 and lateral petals were of a rich chrome yellow. The 

 dainty labellum was pure white, of a pearl-like texture 

 in the veining, and tinged with chrome on the crest of 

 the moccasin. It was indeed a strange, beautiful 

 flower. 



I had always supposed that an albino of any species 

 of orchid was pure white throughout its parts, and was 



