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make one family in my mind (next to the purple orchis, or with 

 it), being flowers par excellence, all flowers, naked flowers, and 

 difficult, at least the calopogon, to preserve. But they are 

 flowers, excepting the first, at least, without a name. Pogonia ! 

 Calopogon ! They would blush still deeper if they knew the 

 names man has given them. . . . The pogonia has a strong 

 snaky odor. The first may perhaps retain its name, arethusa, 

 from the places in which it grows, and the other two deserve the 

 names of nymphs, perhaps of the class called Naiades. . . . 

 To be sure, in a perfect flower there will be proportion between 

 the flowers and leaves, but these are fair and delicate, nymph- 

 like." 



Calopogon pulchellus. Orchis Family. 



Scape. Rising about one foot from a small solid bulb. Leaf. Linear; 

 grass-like. Flcnvers. Two to six on each scape ; purple-pink ; about one 

 inch broad ; the lip as if hinged at its insertion, bearded toward the summit 

 with white, yellow, and purple hairs. The peculiarity of this orchid is that 

 the ovary is not twisted, and consequently the lip is on the upper instead of 

 the lower side of the flower. 



In the bogs of early summer, side by side with the glistening 

 sundew, and the delicate adder's *nouth, one finds these lovely 

 flowers. 



I remember well the first time I ever saw the Calopogon at 

 home (for previously specimens had been sent to me). It was 

 one morning late in June, while taking a walk with a friend and 

 her little girl. We had just crossed a wet meadow, bright with 

 the fronds of the Osmunda, the rank foliage of the false hellebore, 

 and the canary-yellow of the day-blooming evening primrose. 

 As we reached the comparatively firm ground which skirted the 

 woods, our eyes fell upon a patch of feathery grasses and radiant 

 Calopogons. 



Knowing only too well the childish instinct immediately to 

 rush upon such a mass of floral loveliness, my first thought was 

 *Q shield with outstretched arms the delicate beauties, hesitating 



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