OUR FAVORITE JAUNTS 



wild flowers open to the sunshine from every field 

 and pasture. Gayly chatting, we bowled along the 

 familiar road to the Observatory and on to Delevan 

 Lake, then to the town itself ; and after that we began 

 to study guideboards. Almost due north with right- 

 angled jogs, over a creek and through marshes, catch 

 ing a glimpse of a lake or two we began to climb, and 

 before long were in the midst of the "gravelly hills" 

 so well described by our informant. 



"It does seem like hunting for a needle in a hay 

 stack," suggested the youngest member of the party, as 

 mound after mound rose before us, beside us, and all 

 around us. 



"In that case we might as well begin here," I an 

 nounced. So the car was stopped, and out we all 

 jumped, including the chauffeur, who by this time 

 was an experienced wild-flower hunter. In order to 

 cover as much ground as possible we scattered in dif 

 ferent directions and searched diligently. 



"I have one," cried the youngest member of the 

 party almost at once; "at least I Ve found something." 

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