42 ALONG THE WATERWAYS 



Golden Club in May, and the Water Arum in early 

 June. 



Next we crossed a wet meadow inhabited by 

 Monkey Flowers, with delicate light purple blos- 

 soms, together with the striking but unsatisfactory 

 spikes of Steeple Bush, that promise in the bud to 

 be graceful sprays of bright pink Spirea, but end 

 in faded fuzziness, owing to the trick that so many 

 spiked flowers have of slowly blossoming in sec- 

 tions. Here also the fleshy stalks and dangling 

 flowers of two Jewel Weeds grow thick, rank and 

 top-heavy. 



A bit of bog hidden from the country-side by 

 Bush Willows must be crossed by means of fallen 

 trees, which have lost their branches and are mol- 

 dering to peat. Time o' Year paused, and pointed 

 to a sturdy tuft of red -veined green leaves. It was 

 a splendid Pitcher-plant, or rather a group of them, 

 every pitcher-like leaf perfect, water-filled and laden 

 with drowned insects held for its nourishment. 



I stood amazed, and signed to my companion to 

 know the reason of its presence so far from any 

 haunt where I had ever found it. 



"Thirty years ago it was full of 'em here," he 

 answered. "Folks took 'em onct in a while for 

 curiosities, or to try to grow 'em in fish -globes and 



