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ern Florida, collected by Chapman are to be placed here. In 
the Herbarium of the Academy of Natural Sciences at Philadel- 
phia, is a sheet with a staminate plant of this same species, found 
. at Macon, Georgia, by J. М. Green, labeled “ 7 Cornutt 
var. brevifolium, Rugel in Herb. Gray,” with a note added by 
Dr. Gray “ probably only 7. purpurascens,” but the characters of 
the plant debar it from that species. p 
At one time we thought our last hour had come, and that 
our bones would be laid to rest in the cemetery back of us. We 
suddenly came upon an old woman with a temper like the far- 
famed Xantippe. In her hands she held a very formidable- 
looking scythe, with which she was hacking away at the grass. 
She berated us soundly for tramping down her hay, and as long 
as we were in sight, the least movement towards the precious 
grass brought forth a fresh tirade. 
Some thirty-five miles to the south lay Table Rock mountain 
and the Hawk's Bill. The sight of these two peaks admonished 
us continually that we must hasten to them and the surrounding 
country to see what things of interest might be there, and 
just after daybreak on the morning of July Ist, a start for 
Table Rock was made. The first part of the road leads down the 
southern slope of Blowing Rock mountain for a distance of five 
miles, thence through the Johns River valley, the latter a very 
favorite haunt for moonshiners, and on to Globe P. O. Here one 
has the choice of two routes, one the Johns River road, and the 
other a trail leading over the mountains to Piedmont Springs. 
After considering the matter, the route by the trail was chosen, 
for, although the rougher and more hilly way, there was much 
more shade, which amounts to a great deal in most valleys of the 
South. 
A fairly good trailled for some miles over several ridges. 
Then we emerged into the valley of Wilson's creek, and all our 
faculties, not needed for locomotion, were concentrated on keeping 
the trail. The almost invincible Aunt Sallie’s ridge—the last 
hard climb of the day—was equal to all the rest of the hills, 
with their bad qualities put together. From the southern 
end of Aunt Sallie’s ridge, Table Rock was seen about seven 
miles in front of us. This was the first view we hadof the moun- 
