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THE BROOK BOOK 



dozens of light brown butterflies. Against a dark. 



background of young hemlock gleamed a group 



of black-eyed Susans, their 

 golden cap ruffles fluttering 

 about their piquant faces. 

 Dewberries, less ambitious to 

 reach the heights, crept over 

 the ground, their shiny ber- 

 ries well hidden under broad 

 leaves. We were tempted to 

 give up the trip to Indian 

 Spring altogether and linger 



DEWBERRY IN BLOSSOM along thc 



edge of the woods, but the path 

 offered many inducements, the 

 chief of which was the con- 

 stant shade, and so we finally 

 started. 



We had not gone far when 

 the path gave itself up to wind- 

 ings. It seemed to bid us take 

 our time, enjoy the coolness 

 and make the acquaintance of 

 the forest folk. If we missed 

 any sight worth seeing, it was 

 because our eyes were blind 

 and not because the path did 

 not lead us to the right place. 

 When climbing over one of 

 the many tree trunks which lay 

 athwart our way, I discovered 

 the first plant of the wraith-like 



INDIAN PIPE 



