OUR MOUNTAIN GARDEN 



weeds, and so I had no doubt but that 

 when I returned the next year I should 

 find a long hedge of the vivid yellow blos- 

 soms lighting up the gray wall from below, 

 and a thriving array of vigorous elders 

 draping the boulders, and giving promise of 

 hanging their scarlet clusters over them 

 above. A few of the red berries were left 

 over from this planting, and stood uncared 

 for in the little basket in which I had col- 

 lected them in the sun for several weeks, 

 when, wanting the basket for something 

 else, I shook them out on to the ground, not 

 noting where they fell. 



Fortunate it is that we cannot foresee 

 the disastrous failures which generally await 

 our virgin efforts in any field ! When I 

 got back again the following spring, the 

 unkillable Susans were all as dead as 

 Pharaoh, and as for the elder's, they had 

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