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fervour when first he looked upon its golden 

 glory. Up to this morning I have counted 

 seventy-eight kinds of wild flowers in blos- 

 som, not including catkins or grasses. And 

 now to-day, for the first time this season, I 

 see the pretty pink clusters of the red cam- 

 pion adding their warmer tint to the blues 

 and yellows and greens of the tangled bank 

 beside me. Already the butterflies have 

 found out that its big swollen buds have 

 opened and made clear the way to the 

 nectaries ; and I can notice a great bustling 

 hairy bumble bee blundering about the 

 mouth of one flower on the stalk, while half 

 a dozen little flies are gathered around the 

 sticky calyx of another. Evidently the red 

 campion is very successful in its efforts to 

 attract the eyes of insects. I saw it distinctly 

 a hundred yards away, and the butterflies 

 seem to see it quite as well, and a great deal 

 more effectually. 



The campions, indeed, are flowers in 

 which specialisation and adaptation have in 



