RIVER FOREST 



FOR a month we have to live on the 

 memory of the hepaticas in the ravines 

 aided by the hepaticas in pots and in the 

 garden; for April weather is freaky, and by 

 some perversity of fate the warm, sunny days 

 have come in the middle of the week, and the 

 Saturdays and Sundays have been raw and 

 wet. Not that we always demand sunshine. 

 Gray days we love as well; but no petticoated 

 person can start for the woods in a cold drizzling 

 rain. 



At last a Saturday comes clear enough and 

 bright enough for an outing, and it is high time 

 to pay our first spring visit to the Desplaines 

 river. 



The Desplaines is long and interesting and we 

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