202 A WHITE-PAPER GARDEN 



called papoose-root, and the plantain is still 

 often called by the phrase of ill-omen to the 

 red man's ear, " the white man's foot." 



Two shy woodlanders come last, as in a 

 great pageant the post of honour is reserved 

 for the man held in highest esteem. The sight 

 of either may well dignify a day, so entirely 

 do both belong to the highest aristocracy. 

 The cyprepediums of our bluest June weather, 

 swaying their white, or pink, or yellow, or 

 purple slippers, with fluttering untied laces, 

 are the Indian moccasins of long-vanished 

 races, and in the deep August woods are 

 those pallid ghosts ; those austere and solemn 

 blossoms ; those flowers of wonder and of fear 

 the Indian pipes ! 



So far has one thought of the September 

 cornfields, glistening, rustling, waving, opulent, 

 led me. 



The moment the air holds a touch of what 

 Hawthorne calls " the Septemberish feeling," 

 we are intensely aware of an overpowering 

 sense of yellow. Before the month has 

 touched the first ripening leaves with a warning 

 finger, she throws down armsful of flowers with 

 such royal prodigality that the fields and way- 



