138 BOULDER REVERIES. 



do not dwell, for sunlight and happy memories 

 with me go ever hand in hand. When clouds 

 shut out the sun it is ever an "eat-heart day," 

 especially if I am abroad in the woods. 



On this boulder bedecked hillside many iso- 

 lated shrubs and small trees reach the perfection 

 of their growth. Here flourish the flowering 

 dogwood, the hop-hornbeam, the water-beech, 

 two or three species of Crsetagus or red-haw, 

 the thorn or honey-locust, the red cedar or juni- 

 per, some half-grown butternuts, a wild crab, 

 etc. The dogwood now, instead of bearing a 

 crop of fruit which would soon become a bril- 

 liant scarlet, has a second or autumnal supply 

 of flowering buds, which appear as if they would 

 open in a fortnight. 



The water-beech, on close inspection, reveals 

 hundreds of small holes in regular circles about 

 its trunk. The rings begin some four feet 

 above the ground and are an inch or two apart. 

 They represent the work of some sap-loving, 

 yellow-bellied woodpecker, which has sojourned 

 here for a day or two in some one or more of its 

 early spring migrations. 



