RIVERBY 



AMONG THE WILD FLOWERS 



"VTEARLY every season I make the acquaintance 

 -^^ of one or more new flowers. It takes years 

 to exhaust the botanical treasures of any one con- 

 siderable neighborhood, unless one makes a dead 

 set at it, like an herbalist. One likes to have his 

 floral acquaintances come to him easily and naturally, 

 like his other friends. Some pleasant occasion 

 should bring you together. You meet in a walk, 

 or touch elbows on a picnic under a tree, or get 

 acquainted on a fishing or camping-out expedition. 

 What comes to you in the way of birds or flowers, 

 while wooing only the large spirit of open-air na- 

 ture, seems like special good fortune. At any rate, 

 one does not want to bolt his botany, but rather to 

 prolong the course. One likes to have something 

 in reserve, something to be on the lookout for on 

 his walks. I have never yet found the orchid 

 called calypso, a large, variegated purple and yel- 



