18 AMERICAN FERN JOURNAL 
The ferns were in the sphagnum among Lycopodiums, 
cranberry, sundews, and many smaller plants. Just at 
this time, a man came along, with fire in his eye, and 
told us that no one was allowed on the cranberry bogs. 
We assured him that we did not want his cranberries, 
whereupon he said that didn’t make any difference. 
We said we were not harming his berries, and showed 
him what we were looking for, but you and I can imagine 
in which of two categories he placed us. However, he 
left, and if Mrs. Martin had not wanted to get an earlier 
train we might have made a larger capture. When, on 
returning, we told of our good luck, others tried theirs, 
but were not successful. In the sphagnum, which was 
around my plant, I found another sterile one. Kept 
wet for days, the fronds took on the exact curl of a 
corkscrew. 
Other plants found were the horned bladderwort 
and a very tiny one, sand myrtle, Eriocaulon septangulare, 
Eryngium Virginianum, with its peculiar blue gray 
thimbles, St. Andrew’s cross, and a great many more. 
To our regret, the purple Bladderwort was no longer 
in bloom, and we did not find the lovely Pine Barren 
Gentian G. Porphyria. : 
At six o’clock came the call for the homeward journey. 
Box suppers had been provided, and every detail looked 
after, by our splendid guide, Mr. Perey Wilson, who 
will always be associated with a perfect day at Toms 
River. 
New York Crry 
Notes and News 
THE FERN-PICKING Inpustry. The following item 
appeared in a Vermont paper some time in the past 
summer: 
