ALONG THE WATERWAYS 6 1 



tions, and the veiling influence of the vision that 

 transmits it to the brain ? 



Those who do not really know a flower in its 

 home, as one knows the varying expressions of the 

 eyes of a beloved one, clamor for a colored counter- 

 part, no matter how crude. But those who really 

 know, prefer the black and white suggestion of the 

 scene, and leave the rest to memory. To paint the 

 wild flowers as their lovers see them growing, or a 

 child's face as its mother knows it, requires the 

 gift of heaven -born genius. 



The sultriness left the air, and a refreshing 

 breeze that blew down the river -glen from the 

 northwest suggested a thunder shower back among 

 the hills. Flower Hat sprang up and danced a few 

 jig steps "to wake up her feet," she said, "which 

 had been asleep, though she had not." 



Nell awoke with a snort, and then sneezed; 

 we hastened to collect our traps and pack them 

 away, after watering the pony somewhat inefficiently 

 with a tin box as a pail, which, being shallow, 

 necessitated eight trips down to the river. Why 

 did we not take the mare to the water instead of 

 the reverse ? Because at my last attempt, presum- 

 ing on the privileges allowed her years, Nell, on 



