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arbutus, hepaticas, bloodroot, anemones, 
saxifrage, violets, dogtooth violets, spring 
beauties, “ cowslips,” buttereups, corydalis, 
columbine, Dutchman’s breeches, clintonia, 
five-finger, and all the rest of that bright 
and fragrant host which, ever since he can 
-remember, he has seen covering his native 
hills and valleys with the return of May. 
It is not meant, of course, that plants 
like these are wholly wanting in Florida. I 
remember an abundance of violets, blue and 
white, especially in the flat-woods, where 
also I often found pretty butterworts of two 
or three sorts. The smaller blue ones took 
very acceptably the place of hepaticas, and 
indeed I heard them called by that name. 
But, as compared with what one sees in New 
England, such “ground flowers,” flowers 
which it seems perfectly natural to pluck 
for a nosegay, were very little in evidence. 
I heard Northern visitors remark the fact 
again and again. On this pretty road out 
of Tallahassee — itself a city of flower gar- 
dens—I can recall nothing of the kind 
except half a dozen strawberry blossoms, 
and the oxalis and specularia before men- 
tioned. Probably the round-leaved hous- 
