WILDWOOD WAYS 



here in eastern Massachusetts is the red 

 cedar. It grows on storm-swept rock 

 cliffs where nothing else but lichens can 

 seem to find a foothold. Yet close be- 

 hind it I class this dweller in the rich, 

 moist peat bogs. I find that many botan- 

 ists do not differentiate this tree that I 

 call swamp cedar from the red cedar, 

 Juniperus virginiana. Yet it is nearer 

 this than it is to the arbor vitse which is 

 the so-called cedar of the Maine woods. 

 But it is not the red cedar in one impor- 

 tant particular. It does not have that 

 wonderful red fragrant heart-wood that 

 the red cedar has. That alone, it seems 

 to me, should give it a separate standing 

 botanically. Then its leaves are flatter 

 and more of the arbor vitae type than 

 those of the red cedar. And there you 

 have it ; but I know what happened. Long 

 ages ago, when staid and sober ever- 

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