172 ON THE ST. AUGUSTINE ROAD. 
is less so. Flowering shrubs and climbers 
there are in abundance. I rode in the cars 
through miles on miles of flowering dog- 
wood and pink azalea. Here, on this Talla- 
hassee road, were miles of Cherokee roses, 
with plenty of the climbing scarlet honey- 
suckle (beloved of humming-birds, although 
I saw none here), and nearer the city, as 
already described, masses of lantana and 
white honeysuckle. In more than one place 
pink double roses (vagrants from cultivated 
grounds, no doubt) offered buds and blooms 
to all who would have them. The cross-vine 
(Bignonia), less freehanded, hung its showy 
bells out of reach in the treetops. Thorn- 
bushes of several kinds were in flower (a 
puzzling lot), and the treelike blueberry 
(Vaccinium arboreum), loaded with its 
large, flaring white corollas, was a real spec- 
tacle of beauty. Here, likewise, I found 
one tiny crab-apple shrub, with a few blos- 
soms, exquisitely tinted with rose-color, and 
most exquisitely fragrant. But the New 
Englander, when he talks of wild flowers, 
has in his eye something different from 
these. He is not thinking of any bush, 
no matter how beautiful, but of trailing 
