WOODS IN JUNE 



become the grim and silent 

 battle-ground where the 

 fierce struggle for existence 

 of the mixed and tangled 

 undergrowth is fought to 

 the death. In the attempt 

 to smother one another all 

 kinds of devices are used, 

 victory being with those 

 which can obtain the most 

 light and a sufficiency of 

 moisture. How often we are 

 reminded of the triteness of 

 MrDewar's suggested motto 

 for the whole green world 

 'StrengthThrough Struggle. ' 

 Sparsely flowered trails 

 of woodbine of the palest 

 yellow-white straggle over 

 the brushwood, while here 

 and there rise the chaste 

 ivory spikes of the fragrant 

 butterfly orchis, with weird, 



BUTTERFLY ORCHIS 



(IlABENARIA CHLOBANTHA) 



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WITH WEIRD, TINY, GHOULISH FACES 



