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winter, ice and sleet and whistling winds have not 

 left much of it. As you go on south, you come to three 

 tall spire-like trees, with their tops a little bent from 

 the perpendicular. The first is a red cedar, the other 

 two, southward, are American arbor vitse of the vari- 

 ety "pyramidalis" (Thuya occidentals, "car. pyram- 

 idalis). Their tops were bent by ice storms. I passed 

 them one winter not long ago after an ice storm had 

 swept the Park with its lovely beauty but awful havoc 

 and these three trees were bowed, as if in prayer, 

 their heads bent almost to the ground, glittering with 

 ice- jewels, but almost ready to crack apart. When the 

 sun came with its silent golden hammers and broke 

 the fettering ice, they lifted, but they never regained 

 the straight minaret-like spires of their former days. 

 Just beyond these three trees you come to two more 

 Oriental spruces, known at once, as has been said, 

 by their dark green masses of foliage, short, 

 blunt needles, conical forms and resin painted trunks. 

 They stand just a few feet south of their handsome 

 kinsman on the other side of the Walk. 



Let us come back now to this very tree where we 

 left off and follow the path southwards, noting 

 the things on the right hand side until we come to 

 a point that cannot be mistaken. Then we will come 

 back again and note the things on the left of the Walk. 



We start with the Oriental spruce on the right of 

 the Walk. Nestling close behind the conifer, like a 

 shy young girl behind her grandfather, peeps out a 

 dainty little black haw (Viburnum prunifolium) with 

 oval, smooth, finely-cut leaves. In May it is covered 



