IN SILENT WOODS II? 



Here, too, but little above a foot in height, the 

 rare Ginseng has sometimes lodged, spreading its 

 leaves, in shape somewhat like the Horse-chestnut's, 

 beneath the yellowish flowers that also play second 

 fiddle to the later bright red berries. 



A few steps more, and the goal is reached, Pip- 

 sissewa everywhere! Occasionally the flowery trail 

 is of the green -leaved kind called Prince's Pine, 

 each plant rising a perfect mimic tree, but bearing 

 smaller flowers than the Spotted Wintergreen, its 

 brother. 



Down on my knees I go as when Time o' Year 

 led me to the Arbutus bank, for these two wood- 

 flowers are kin. On my knees; yes, and farther, 

 down quite flat, until the flowers of recurved, flesh - 

 white petals and pink stamens, ranged like the 

 setting to a central green seed -globe, are on a level 

 with my eyes, and their fugitive perfume is mingled 

 with the odor of crushed leaves and moss. 



In Pipsissewa (lover of winter is the name's in- 

 terpretation) culminates what might be called the 

 leaf -mold flowers of the woodland season; those 

 that, keeping close to Mother Earth, brighten winter 

 bareness with their cheerful evergreen leaves, and 

 by their flowering distil the leaf decay of Autumn 

 into Spring and Summer fragrance. 



