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mer, when the breeze is playing with its living silver, 

 sending swift flames of light through its soft gray- 

 green, or smell it when it unbosoms its spicy fragrance 

 to the July or early August heat. You can scarcely 

 believe that so pungent a perfume can come from the 

 little yellow flowers you see on this willow-looking 

 tree. If you pass it during the early days of Septem- 

 ber, look carefully amid its leaves for its very beauti- 

 ful silver-gray berries. They are about half an inch 

 long and quarter of an inch wide. 



The path makes a bend here, and as you swing with 

 it you pass, on the left, great bushes of barberry (Bcr- 

 beris iwlgaris), which in late May deck themselves 

 with hanging clusters of golden flowers. In the au- 

 tumn how beautiful are their cool crimson berries and 

 frosty red-purple leaf tints! Walk here in September 

 just to see them. Close down by the water is AinorpJia 

 fructicosa, and a little further west along the stream- 

 side, you will find arrowwood with its beautifully cut 

 leaves. By the Walk, on the right, are more Wash- 

 ington thorns and on the little jut of land that noses 

 out into the Lake, just beyond, are hackberry and Eu- 

 ropean linden. You can tell the European linden in 

 winter by its dusky branches and reddish end twigs. 

 The silver lindens have light granite-gray bark and 

 branches. On the left, about opposite the westerly 

 Washington thorn, is a good sized clump of Siberian 

 red osier with white flowers in flat heads in early 

 summer, which develop into white berries. This bush 

 has brilliant glossy crimson twigs in winter. A little 

 south-west of it rises the spire-like form of a handsome 



