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Orange Moutains, and Salt Meadovrs, 

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The weapons with which we have gained our most impor- 

 tant victories, which should be handed down as heirlooms from 

 father to son, are not the sword and the lance, but the bush- 

 whack, the turf-cutter, the spade, and the bog-hoe, rusted with 

 the blood of many a meadow, and begrimed with the dust of 

 many a hard fought field.— Thoreau, Excursions. 



AUGUST 1 2th I started for the Orange Moun- 

 tains, in search of Cardinal Flowers, and 

 various other blossoms, which I hoped to 

 find about Eagle Rock. Arriving at those 

 ragged cliffs, overhanging the brow of the mountains 

 above West Orange, I climbed up the winding stone 

 stairs and entered the park. The woods were strewn 

 with small yellow flowers and ferns. 



The view from the Rock is vast, as the eye sweeps 

 off over the Great Salt Meadows beyond Newark, to 

 Brooklyn Heights. On a clear day, the tall buildings 

 of New York and the piers of Brooklyn Bridge are 

 discernible. The Goddess of Liberty in the Bay also 

 stands out clearly, and the slow -moving sails and 

 funnels of outgoing steamers are visible. Most people 

 seek Eagle Rock for this view alone. 



Farther back in the woods, in May and June, the 

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