Off to tKe Hills of BerKsHire and 

 Bennington 



It is not the walking merely, it is keeping yourself in tune 

 for a walk, in the spiritual and bodily condition in which you 

 can find entertainment and exhilaration in so simple and 

 natural a pastime.— Burroughs, Pepadon. 



AlyL winter I had been promising myself the 

 pleasure of watching the flowers unfold in 

 the Bogs of Etchowog. On May 25th I 

 reached the old farm on Mount CEta, having 

 departed from New York on May 14th, fully equipped 

 as a bog-trotter, with hunting-boots, rubber gloves, 

 short skirts and vasculum. 



My route was through New Haven and Hartford, 

 across the States of Connecticut and Massachusetts. 

 On my way I stopped for a brief visit at the home of a 

 friend in New Haven. In her garden, I found a corner 

 of the Taconic woodlands awakening. Here, in line 

 and on time, stood five modest Yellow Lady's Slippers 

 {^Cypripedium hirsutuni), members of the Orchid Fam- 

 ily; while along the same border clusters of the Showy 

 Lady's Shpper {Cypripedium 7-egince) were pushing 

 their dewy-tipped beaks into light and sunshine. 

 Although rather late in their blossoming, compared 

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