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growth and deciduous in habit dropping its leaves in 

 late autumn. Even in winter it has a beauty of its 

 own when it spreads against the quivering and golden 

 splendor of a winter's sunset the wirework of its del- 

 icate branches. What eloquence in such a sight ! The 

 hush, the winter stillness, the mute lakes stretched in 

 steels armored against the wintry winds, no one in 

 sight, the plaintive call of a kinglet and back of the 

 bare branched bald cypress a tremulous sea of golden 

 sky! 



But we cannot spend so much time on the bald 

 cypress. Beside it, near the water, is a white willow 

 of the variety vitellina. The glory of this tree is in 

 the winter. Then its twigs turn a conspicuous brassy 

 yellow. You can see them afar off through the 

 maze of the gray-brown branches of its neighbors. 

 Beyond the Forsythia here is a red maple and then 

 we have come to the Arbor. On the left, from the last 

 mentioned clump of rhododendrons, we have passed 

 English yew, Austrian pine, white pine. The white 

 pine you can know by its horizontal branches of bright 

 light green foliage. By the Walk, in almost straight 

 line from the white pine is a lovely Retinospora plu- 

 mosa. Just stop a bit and look at the fineness of its 

 leaf spray. Is it not exquisitely wrought, so fine and 

 so feathery? Up the hill there are several Austrian 

 pines easily known by their thick-set, chunky growth 

 and dark green tufted foliage. The Walk draws us 

 along, and we soon come to the Arbor. 



The Arbor has many things of interest to show us. 

 If you stand in the middle of it and face the Lake 



