FLOWERING SHRUBS 



and then what a cry of joy arose, such as those wild plains 

 had never echoed before, " The child ! The child !" It reached 

 the father's ears, though distant far from the spot, and he 

 scarcely believed, for joy, till she was placed warm and 

 breathing in his arms. The crowd instinctively drew back 

 for a space and left the father and child clasped in each 

 other's arms. Many a manly cheek was wet that day when 

 they saw the childish face, thin and wan as it was, nestling 

 in the father's arms, her thin browned hands clasped about 

 his neck as if no power on earth should part them again. 



Surely the father might have cried out in the fulness of 

 his heart, " Rejoice with me, my friends, for this my lamb was 

 lost and is found!" 



Years have passed away, and little Jane has long been a 

 wife and happy mother, and, no doubt, has often told her 

 children the tale of her adventure on the Rice Lake plains, 

 and pointed them to the gracious Father in Heaven who 

 kept her under the shadow of His wing during those days of 

 danger and fear. 



The plains are now cultivated in every direction; the 

 huckleberries are fast disappearing and will have to be 

 sought for elsewhere. 



FROST GRAPE Vitis cordifolia (Mx.).* 



Those deep, embowering masses of foliage; those verdant 

 draperies that fall in such graceful leafy curtains from 

 branch to branch, roofing the dark, shady recesses of our 

 wooded lakes and river banks ; those light feathery-clustered 

 blossoms that hover like a misty cloud above the leafy mass, 

 giving out a tender perfume as the breeze passes over them, 

 like sweet Mignonette, those are our native vines, our Wild 

 Grapes. 



*V. riparia (Miohx.) of Gray's Manual, sixth edition. 



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