Midsummer 



crs make little lakes of pinkish blue in 

 wet meadows farther inland. 



Although still unsuccessful in my search 

 for the home of the showy lady's slipper, 

 the appearance of whose leaf and stem 

 the false hellebore simulated so success- 

 fully a month ago, I have at last seen, by 

 a fortunate chance, this rarely beautiful 

 flower. A country boy, whose identity 

 as yet I have been unable to discover, left 

 at my door a bunch of the great beauties, 

 and I have revelled in their full, shell- 

 like, pink-striped lips, their white, spread- 

 ing petals and their delicious fragrance. 

 "Peat-bogs, Maine to North Carolina, 

 July," hardly indicates the many hours 

 which, if one experience goes for any- 

 thing, must be spent in their quest. 



Less difficult of attainment is the grass- 

 pink, or Calopogon. This is the only 

 orchid, I believe, which carries its lip on 

 the upper instead of on the lower side of 

 the flower, a contrast to the usual arrange- 

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