OUR COUNTRY LIFE 



propitiously gravelly spot in the wild garden. Here 

 they greet us every springtime, a lovely mass of 

 delicate bloom, and sometimes in September a flower 

 or two opens to remind us of our May outing. 



The uninitiated might imagine that hunting wild 

 flowers from a motor car would be a useless expendi 

 ture of energy as far as the flowers are concerned, but 

 we never go too fast to see the wayside blossoms nor 

 ever hesitate to stop for anything whatever. If the 

 road leads through a gravel pit whose steep sides are 

 honeycombed with swallows' and kingfishers' nests, 

 who could resist such an opportunity to get a glimpse 

 of the little ones? It is so easy to pull up at a field of 

 bloom and hunt for one's particular quarry there, often 

 stumbling upon other treasures, none of which are dis 

 regarded. 



The road maps sent out by the U. S. Geological Sur 

 vey at ridiculously low prices are a great comfort to 

 him who wishes to explore the country; by learning 

 their conventional signs, one can see the whole region 



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