366 EAST ANGLIAN BOTANY. [December, 



The Decoy, about which so much has been already advanced, 

 is an extensive though narrow piece of water, two or three miles 

 long and about a furlong in width. It is in the depression be- 

 tween the sandy plain of Belton and that about Lound and 

 Herringfleet. 



It is surrounded with a plantation, which is fenced on the road 

 side. This enclosure and plantation are not of long existence, for 

 the trees are all young. 



It is a decoy for wild fowl and a preserve for game. 



If we ever have the good hap to be at the Decoy again, in- 

 stead of returning along its western side, through Fritton, to St. 

 Olave's, we would prefer the eastern side, where there is a heath ; 

 possibly it is open, and the distance to St. Olave's would not be 

 much enlarged by going on the eastern side of this broad. 



On our way to the decoy from Belton, and about halfway, we 

 saw Petroselinum sativum pretty well established, and on our way 

 from the gamekeeper's cottage to Mrs. Guy's, on the bank under 

 the paling, there were a few specimens of Veronica montana. 



From the decoy we went through Fritton to St. Olave's sta- 

 tion, and while waiting for the train, looked into the ditches be- 

 tween St. Olave's Bridge and the New Cut at Haddisco, which 

 joins the two rivers, Waveney and Yare, several miles ere they 

 unite above Bradden. 



Here were seen some Potamogetons not yet determined ; one 

 of them was P. perfoliatus, and another P. pralongus. They 

 abound in the Waveney. 



By the roadside, near the station at St. Olave's, a fine white 

 variety of Carduus nutans was seen. Here our day's botanizing 

 ended, and we returned to Yarmouth by train. 



The 31st of July was the day of our last and most successful 

 inroad into these parts of Suffolk. 



On this morning Ave intended to go to St. Olave's or to Belton 

 by an early train, but as there are two stations at Yarmouth, and 

 trains for Lowestoft and Ipswich leave both, it so happened that 

 we were too early for that from the one station and too late for 

 that from the other, so we decided that it would be better to walk 

 than to wait. The walk to St. Olave's was a rather severe trial 

 of our muscular endurance, but waiting an hour and a half at 

 the station was a greater drain on our temper and patience. 



We made several fruitless attempts to cut across the marsh to 



