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ters of the now beautiful hobble-bush, and a stray 

 branch of crimson maple lightened the more 

 thickly wooded banks. 



As we left the boat, stepping upon the elastic 

 carpet of moss and pine-needles, and crossing a 

 fallen, lichen-grown tree-trunk, we discovered the Dalibarda 

 low white flowers and violet-like leaves of the u nna , a 

 Dalibarda, and were filled with wonder and de- 

 light when we found the pink, fragrant bells of 

 the Linncea still heralding the fame of their great 

 master. The tiny, evergreen, birch - flavored 

 leaves of the creeping snowberry almost hid from 

 view its spotless fruit, but the peculiarly bright- 

 blue berries of the Clintonia were everywhere con- 

 spicuous as they rose above their large polished 

 leaves. Among delicate masses of the clover- 

 like foliage of the wood-sorrel lurked a late pink- 

 veined blossom. And where we looked only for 

 gleaming clusters of scarlet fruit we found the Unexpected 

 white, petal-like leaves of the bunchberry. If in e ^ u ti™ s 

 June we were saddened by the first transmuta- 

 tions of flower into fruit, apparent symbols of a 

 year that is no longer young, in September we 

 are compensated by these unexpected emblems of 

 its eternal youth. 



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