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THE BROOK BOOK 



DEWBERRY IN BLOSSOM 



dozens of light brown butterflies. Against a dark 



background of young hemlock gleamed a group 



of black-eyed Susans, their 

 golden cap .ruffles fluttering 

 about their piquant faces. 

 Dewberries, less ambitious to 

 reach the heights, crept over 

 the ground, their shiny ber- 

 ries well hidden under broad 

 leaves. We were tempted to 

 give up the trip to Indian 

 Spring altogether and linger 

 along the 



edge of the woods, but the path 



offered many inducements, the 



chief of which was the con- 

 stant shade, and so we finally 



started. 



We had not gone far when 



the path gave itself up to wind- 

 ings. It seemed to bid us take 



our time, enjoy the coolness 



and make the acquaintance of 



the forest folk. If we missed 



any sight worth seeing, it was 



because our eyes were blind 



and not because the path did 



not lead us to the right place. 



When climbing over one of 



the many tree trunks which lay 



athwart our way, I discovered 



the first plant of the wraith-like 



INDIAN PIPE 



