grape - vine occasion- 
ally plays a singular 
botanical prank in the 
orchard. Here is a 
drooping tendril which 
has been swinging 
about for weeks from 
its vine canopy on the 
old apple-tree. It had 
become almost dis- 
couraged, when a 
chance-favoring breeze 
wafted its tip in con- 
tact with an apple 
close by. It was its 
last chance ; with its 
hooked extremity it clasped 
the stem of the fruit, and soon 
made itself fast with three or 
four firm coils. Doubtless the 
little reversing loop some- 
where along the tendril was 
also awakened from its chronic 
lethargy, and did its best to 
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