AFTERMATH 



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The band of peculiar greenish yellow, in pig- 

 ments called citrine, now followed the road on both 

 sides and washed well up on to the hills. The hue 

 suggested both Willows and the flowers of Spice 

 Bush, now showing the ripe berries, yet lacked 



the glow 

 of Spring 

 color, be- 

 ing a sort 



of reflection, as moonlight to sunlight, 

 though it filled the eye completely 

 and drew it from the misty grayness 

 of the leafless Swamp Maples. 



As we drove through a narrow 

 place where the bushes came to the 

 wheel -tracks, the same color suddenly 

 appeared within grasp. 



"You have come, seen the flower in 

 the landscape, and here it is almost in the hand," 

 I said. "Now what is it ?" 



Flower Hat gazed at the mottled branch for 

 which she had reached. The nuts of a past sea- 



