Il8 IN SILENT WOODS 



Pipsissewa is a picture flower in the little land- 

 scape of wood undergrowth, and yet it is one of 

 the few blossoms of its class that may be picked 

 and taken home without loss of quality. Only, 

 I beg of you, cut the tree -like flower -branches 

 above the ground instead of pulling them, which 

 uproots and wastes the trailing stem beneath. 

 Place your bouquet, which groups itself with flow- 

 ers above and foliage underneath, in a green glass 

 bowl of water, holding the stems in place with tufts 

 of shaded mosses, and you will find that you have 

 brought sufficient of Pipsissewa's haunt with it to 

 justify the picking. But do not try to dig the plant 

 up, for the chances are that you will discover, when 

 it is too late, that you have despoiled the woods 

 of beauty, only to obtain a mass of rootless plant- 

 stems. 



The later season has its wood flowers, but none 

 are so dear and intimate as those that bloom from 

 April to middle July. After this, the surprises are 

 in the shape of Fern fantasies. In midsummer days 

 it is the Fern that lures us to the wood -path, and 

 into the moist glades, where already Jack -in -the - 

 Pulpit has thrown off his hood and is wearing a 

 cap of stout green berries. 



Once again in August the woods glow with a 



