80 DYERS HOLLOW. 



No botanist, nor even a semi -scientific 

 lover of growing tilings, like myself, can 

 ever walk in new fields without an eye for 

 new plants. While coming down the Cape 

 in the train I had seen, at short intervals, 

 clusters of some strange flower, like yellow 

 asters, I thought. At every station I jumped 

 off the car and looked hurriedly for speci- 

 mens, till, after three or four attempts, I 

 found what I was seeking, the golden as- 

 ter, CJiryso2^sisfalcata. Here in Truro it 

 was growing everywhere, and of course in 

 Dyer's Hollow. Another novelty was the 

 pale greenbrier, Smilax glauca, which I saw 

 first on the hill at Provincetown, and after- 

 ward discovered in Longnook. It was not 

 abundant in either place, and in my eyes had 

 less of beauty than its familiar relatives, the 

 common greenbrier (cat-brier, horse-brier, 

 Indian -brier) of my boyhood, and the car- 

 rion flower. This glaucous smilax was one 

 of the plants that attracted Thoreau's atten- 

 tion, if I remember right, though I cannot 

 now put my finger upon his reference to it. 

 Equally new to me, and much more beau- 

 tiful, as well as more characteristic of the 

 place, were the broom -crowberry and the 



