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lichens and mosses abound. Wild plums and 

 the shad bush or service berry, now in blossom, 

 o'erhang the sides of the gorge, while the wild 

 hydrangea, which will yield its nectar to the 

 bees and beetles of June, flourishes along its 

 cliffs. Charming the spot to look upon to-day, 

 yet in a month 'twill be more charming still; 

 for then the green of leaf and the pink and blue 

 of many a petal will enhance its beauty. By 

 that time also butterfly of brilliant wing and 

 bird of varied song will have become worthy 

 denizens of this woodland dell. 



VII. 



July 7, '02. Armed only with kodak and 

 notebook, I have come forth in search of the 

 shadow of a thought in my cerebral cells. On 

 such a July morn, with a balmy breeze wafting 

 its way among the trees, I delight to sit on the 

 grassy bank of a woodland rivulet and give way 

 to reverie. The gentle rippling of the onward 

 moving water is one form of nature music of 

 which I never tire. How swiftly it glides on- 



