ALONG THE WATERWAYS 



ship land, and township don't care. Ye 're wanting 

 to take Pond Lilies? I know some they won't find. 

 Come and see!" 



Whenever Time o' Year said, "Come and see!" 

 an ecstatic expression of blended revelation and sat- 

 isfaction beamed in his 

 smile, and he seemed to 

 quiver all over with pro- 

 phetic eagerness. At 

 the first step, we dis- 

 appeared safely and 

 wholly from view into 

 a group of Button Bushes 

 that margined the pond on 

 the upper side. As we 

 pushed our way, a delicious 

 fragrance came from over- 

 head, and I pulled down a 

 branch to smell the feathery 

 balls of bloom at nearer range. From the time of 

 Wild Grape flowers, until the last purple cluster 

 shrivels, the richest fragrance centers about the 

 waterways. 



"What does it smell like?" I queried, half 

 aloud. 



"Pa'tridge Vine, I reckon," answered Time o' 



