WILD PASTURES 



set of odors differing with differing cir- 

 cumstances, but never varying under 

 the same conditions. The barberry 

 fruit when fully ripe, especially if the 

 frost has mellowed it, has a faint, 

 pleasant, vinous smell which, with the 

 crimson beauty of the clustered berries, 

 might well tempt our grandmothers to 

 make barberry sauce, however much the 

 men folk might declare that it was but 

 shoe-pegs and molasses. 



The blossoms are equally beautiful in 

 their pendant yellow racemes which 

 seem to flood the bush with golden 

 light, but the odor of the blossoms, 

 though the first sniff is sweet, has an 

 after touch which is not pleasant. 

 Crush the leaves as you pass and you 

 shall get a smell as of cheap vinegar 

 with something of the back kick of a 

 table d'hote claret. Crush the leaves of 

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