reddish-brown. These pods hold the small, oval, bean- 

 like seeds. Surely the honey locust is a stately tree with 

 its rich, blackish bark, a tower of strength, with its 

 fine, soft, light green leaves fluttering in exquisite 

 grace at every breath of stirring air. It is a tall tree, 

 and as the years build it up to the full of its majestic 

 proportions, it spreads and gains a broad, flat head, 

 which is very distinctive, marking the tree afar off. 



At the right of the right hand branch of this fork, 

 you will find two more of these handsome trees, the 

 second is further along by the path side. The left 

 branch of this fork carries you on beside a very pretty 

 little English hawthorn, which stands just north of 

 the honey locust in the angle of the fork. You can tell 

 the English hawthorn by its long thorns, by its simple 

 (that is, not compound) leaves, which are alternate 

 on the branch, smooth, noticeably cut-lobed and with a 

 wedge-shaped base. The fruit of the English hawthorn 

 is a small, coral-red berry about one-third of an inch in 

 diameter, and hangs in clusters on the tree late into 

 the winter. 



Beyond the English hawthorn you will find, still 

 close by the right hand border of this left hand fork of 

 the Walk, common buckthorn, Rhamnus cathartica. 

 By the careless eye, its leaves are mistaken for those of 

 the flowering dogwood or the Cornelian cherry, but if 

 you will look at them closely you will see that though 

 they do somewhat resemble the leaves of these varieties 

 of Cornus, they are minutely serrate, while those of 

 the Cornus are entire and curved-veined (not feather- 

 veined like the buckthorn). Again, the buckthorn's 



