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tive even as late as November; (3) the nanny-berry (lentago) which 

 grows wild in the place and near the water has developed into a tree 

 some t went v feet high: (4) the maple-leaved viburnum (acerifolium) 

 which is also native in our woods and makes lovely patches of rose 

 pink in the late Fall; (5) the high-bush cranberry (opulus) from 

 whose berries we have made delicious jelly, whenever the birds 

 have left us sufficient quantities; (6) the hobblebush (lantanoides) 

 which turns a deep claret red, while (7) the Sieboldei keeps its rich 

 green very late; (8) the lantana which is so gray and rough, it does 

 not look like a viburnum at all, it blossoms earlier than the others, 

 and when once settled in a location to its taste develops into a 

 handsome shrub; (9) the Japanese snowball (plicatum) which 

 will soon take the place, I hope, of our aphis-eaten variety; (10) the 

 downy (pubescens) whose foliage changes from purple to deep 

 red; and (11) the arrow-wood, (dentatum) which has shining blue 

 berries that the birds love. 



In fact they seemed to relish them so keenly that once I was 

 tempted to taste them. Once was enough ! More puckery, sickish 

 things it would be difficult to imagine! Although the birds feast 

 upon the fruits, as building sites the viburnums seem to lack in 

 favor, quite a contrast to the clumps of tartarian honeysuckle bushes 

 which are immediately seized upon by the earliest robin or cat- 

 bird. To raise a hungry family in the midst of those pink and 

 white juicy globules! No wonder the opportunity is not wasted. 



I did not sample the honeysuckle berries, one experience was 



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