30 IN THE FLAT-WOODS. 
there one, on my return at noon. In simi- 
lar places grew a “yellow daisy” (Lepto- 
poda), a single big head, of a deep color, 
at the top of a leafless stem. It seemed to 
be one of the most abundant of Florida 
spring flowers, but I could not learn that it 
went by any distinctive vernacular name. 
Beside the railway track were blue-eyed 
grass and pipewort, and a dainty blue lobelia 
(L. Feayana), with once in a while an ex- 
tremely pretty coreopsis, having a purple 
centre, and scarcely to be distinguished from 
one that is common in gardens. No doubt 
the advancing season brings an increasing 
wealth of such beauty to the flat-woods. 
No doubt, too, I missed the larger half of 
what might have been found even at the 
time of my visit; for I made no pretense 
of doing any real botanical work, having 
neither the time nor the equipment. The 
birds kept me busy, for the most part, when 
the country itself did not absorb my at- 
tention. 
More interesting, and a thousand times 
more memorable, than any flower or bird 
was the pine barren itself. I have given no 
true idea of it, I am perfectly aware: open, 
