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(I had almost said creature, so like caterpillar wool 

 or soft fur is the color and texture of its flower - 

 heads), and is largely overlooked, though it blos- 

 soms all Summer in 

 places where little else is 

 found but the un- 

 lovely Tick Tre- 

 foils and Sand 

 Knotweeds. 



"Then take all 

 kinds o' thorny and 

 bramble flowers 

 that grows along 

 turnpikes," con- ^3^ 

 tinued Time o' 

 Year, "and there's 

 picters for yer, painted 



out and framed. Jest look at the big High -bush 

 Blackberries yonder, the prickles all hid under a 

 load o' white bloom, and these Low -bush ones 

 climbin' up the bank, not to speak o' Thimble - 

 berry canes growin' up between those old millstones 

 on the south side. 



"As fer Roses and White Elder blows, come 

 three weeks more and no one with eyes can go on 

 the forge crossroad and not be struck of a heap. 



