FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. \J 



and making a mental note to come and 

 come again to this point of vantage, I beat 

 a retreat into the more sheltered valley. 



I must add to the flowers still to be 

 found, the red clover, the wild pepper- 

 grass, and herb Robert. I never realized 

 how beautiful the latter was until I found 

 it to-day with its delicately divided leaves 

 and lovely pink blossoms, emerging from 

 between and overlaying the basaltic blocks 

 over which I climbed. I cannot say so 

 much in favour of its fragrance, but this 

 was quite atoned for by the catnip against 

 which I brushed on the hillside, and the 

 sweet fern through which I waded near 

 the summit. 



OCTOBER 15, 1393. 



