100 IN SILENT WOODS 



as if some Spring enchantment born of moisture and 

 deeper soil were luring them there. 



Others of the tribe are blooming far and near. 

 Bellworts are scattered all along the way in little 

 gossiping groups; jungles of the leafy stalks of tall 

 Solomon's Seal conceal the humble nodding blossoms 

 by the weight of leaves; Wild Leeks are sending up 

 their long flat blades, which disappear before the 

 flower-stalk comes, White Hellebore is uncrumpling 

 its wide leaves and shaking its greenish flower - 

 plumes in wet places from which the yellow Adder's - 

 Tongue is now fading; but it is the great White 

 Trillium that turns the bit of woodslope into a 

 picture unpaintable save by the Magician who alone 

 can render detail without losing atmosphere. 



Almost every flower pose is taken by the tri- 

 petaled blossoms which, so white in their first 

 opening, flush as they mature until they often fade 

 in rosy pink, things wholly apart from Wake 

 Robin, their kindred of crimson petals and carrion 

 odor. 



After the Trailing Arbutus has gone and the 

 Pinxter- flower, too, of what does the Heath tribe 

 boast? Useful offspring in the guise of Blueberry, 

 Huckleberry, Bilberry and Dangleberry, of high 

 estate and low, going through a score of species, 



