grape - vine occasion- 

 ally plays a singular 

 botanical prank in the 

 orchard. Here is a 

 drooping tendril which 

 has been swinging 

 about for weeks from 

 its vine canopy on the 

 old apple-tree. It had 

 become almost dis- 

 couraged, when a 

 chance-favoring breeze 

 wafted its tip in con- 

 tact with an apple 

 close by. It was its 

 last chance ; with its 

 hooked extremity it clasped 

 the stem of the fruit, and soon 

 made itself fast with three or 

 four firm coils. Doubtless the 

 little reversing loop some- 

 where along the tendril was 

 also awakened from its chronic 

 lethargy, and did its best to 

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