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is less so. Flowering shrubs and climbers 

 there are in abundance. I rode in the cars 

 through miles on miles of flowering dog- 

 wood and pink azalea. Here, on this Talla- 

 hassee road, were miles of Cherokee roses, 

 with plenty of the climbing scarlet honey- 

 suckle (beloved of humming-birds, although 

 I saw none here), and nearer the city, as 

 already described, masses of lantana and 

 white honeysuckle. In more than one place 

 pink double roses (vagrants from cultivated 

 grounds, no doubt) offered buds and blooms 

 to all who would have them. The cross-vine 

 (Bignonia),less freehanded, hung its showy 

 bells out of reach in the treetops. Thorn- 

 bushes of several kinds were in flower (a 

 puzzling lot), and the treelike blueberry 

 ( Vaccinium arboreum), loaded with its 

 large, flaring white corollas, was a real spec- 

 tacle of beauty. Here, likewise, I found 

 one tiny crab-apple shrub, with a few blos- 

 soms, exquisitely tinted with rose-color, and 

 most exquisitely fragrant. But the New 

 Englander, when he talks of wild flowers, 

 has in his eye something different from 

 these. He is not thinking of any bush, 

 no matter how beautiful, but of trailing 



