216 WILD FLOWERS OF SCOTLAND 



In case of undue haste, one is apt to be tripped up 

 and rolled over and over among the pink blossom. 

 The latter experience mainly overtakes one in 

 running down - hill. Climbing is too serious a 

 business in itself for any such frivolity. 



The moist places are thickly dotted with sphag- 

 num, both stout and fragile ; and of all pleasant 

 shades, from very pale to ruby-tipped. The fleecy 

 water variety floats out on the little dark pools 

 of thfe peat. Much of it more, I think, than ever I 

 saw before is in fruit. In my mental register, 

 that experience is noted down as " A day among 

 the sphagnums." In my little map, which no one 

 ever sees, Windlestrae is named Sphagnum Hill. 



A day among the cloudberries, too. These 

 smallest of our native brambles seem well-nigh to 

 cover the summit. Many bear fruit. Some are 

 in flower a very pretty white blossom, like the rest 

 of the brambles. One entire cloudberry, root and 

 all, I put into my buttonhole, and wear for the rest 

 of the day. 



The boggy ground rather too bogg}% in some 

 places, for comfort seems to suit the plant. It is 

 pretty widely distributed under similar conditions, 

 and is perhaps more characteristic of these uplands 

 than any other form. It is as near an approach to 



