ACCORDING TO SEASON 



While hunting these beauties I stumbled over a 

 patch of yellow adder' s-tongue, its delicate lily- 

 Adder's- like flowers nodding between the smooth, mottled 

 beifworT leaves. Already I had found patches of these 

 leaves, but nowhere else the plant in blossom. 

 Close by, the little bellwort hung out its pale, 

 straw-colored blossom. 



During a drive over the mountain in the after- 

 noon we noticed the white flowers of the saxi- 

 frage bursting from almost invisible crevices in 

 Saxifrage the rocks in its usual sturdy, attractive fashion. 

 Many of the plants were so young that the flower- 

 cluster, pinkish in bud, was still sunk deep in the 

 rosette of leaves. 



At breakfast the next morning there was a 

 noticeable tendency to the " blues," indicating 

 that our holiday was nearly over. But once 

 The best a-wheel in the crisp morning air the joy of living 

 for e as came b ac k w j t | 1 unabated strength, and, as our 

 course lay mostly down hill, the ride was pecul- 

 iarly invigorating. Now, too, our holiday did as 

 a well-behaved holiday should, keeping the best 

 for the last. We had allowed more time than 

 necessary for this ride, that we might explore a 

 tempting piece of woods close to the town where 

 we were to take the train. Nothing that we had 

 seen since leaving home equalled those woods. 

 First the usual mat of dead leaves, then liverwort 



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