A COMPOSITE FAMILY 269 



Along the road that traverses the Hemlocks the 

 various shade-loving Asters kept us company, the 

 familiar White Wood with rather heart - shaped, 

 toothed leaves and white ray- flowers, and the tall, 

 white, Flat Topped, with sparse ray -flowers gathered 

 in flat heads like Yarrow. On the dry and rocky 

 ground in the Hemlock woods themselves, a 

 few Composites of several tribes had found 

 footing, and a great bunch of the dark- 

 stemmed Stout Ragged 

 Goldenrod filled a gap 

 between the Hemlock 

 trunks through which 

 the distant waters of 

 the Sound were visi- 

 ble, making withal a 

 charming picture. 



By the time 

 we were over 

 the hills, the 

 sun was veiled in gray 

 haze, and the breeze 

 abroad again, bringing 

 a message that a 

 long line of surf was 

 murmuring to the beach, the promise 



