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with a taste somewhat like that of the win- 

 tergreen berry, though less aromatic. I 

 gathered a good sized bunch of the vines, for 

 one does not find many white berries in a 

 ramble, and they add a delicate beauty to 

 one's collection that is very desirable. 



A large proportion of the swamp-loving 

 shrubs and plants are berry-bearers. There, 

 for instance, is that popular little preacher, 

 jack-in-the-pulpit. I doubt if it is commonly 

 known by those who are fond of this plant 

 when in flower that it justifies itself by 

 producing fruits quite equal to its spring 

 time promise, and thereby proclaims itself 

 superior to many an exhorter from a more 

 pretentious pulpit. The brilliant scarlet ber 

 ries of jack-in-the-pulpit make one of the 

 prettiest bits of color to be found in the 

 autumn woods. They are thickly packed 

 together on the fleshy spike, and form a 

 perfect mass of crimson under the hoodlike 

 spathe. 



The dwarf cornel is a swamp shrub that 

 bears a bright red berry of edible and nour 

 ishing quality. The poison sumach has a 

 rather inconspicuous, whitish berry, ar 

 ranged in small clusters. The common 



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