A STORY OF SOME MAPLES 



same reason this small charming maple, with 

 the large, soft, comfortable leaves upon which 

 the deer love to browse, is kept from showing 

 its delicate June bloom and its remarkable 

 longitudinally striped bark in our home 



grounds. I hope 

 some maple friends 

 will look for it, and, 

 finding, admire this, 

 the aristocrat among 

 our native species. 



The mountain maple 

 — the nurserymen call 

 it Acer spicatum — is an- 

 other native of rather 

 dwarf growth. It is 

 bushy, and not remark- 

 able in leaf, its claim 

 for distinction being in 

 its flowers and samaras, 

 which are held saucily up, 

 above the branches on 

 which they grow, rather 

 than drooping modestly, 

 as other maples gracefully 



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