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plant, but as you roll the grey greasy pill- 
like berries between the finger and thumb 
there arises an aroma which works magic. 
*T is the lotus plant of the northern pastures, 
for as one inhales that perfume, an exhilarat- 
ing sense of the wild takes possession of him 
to the exclusion of all else so that even the 
memory of the town and the limitations and 
commonplaces for which it stands suddenly 
fade. To crush the leaves is to awake the 
genii of the open who whirl us away on wings 
of freedom. A wonderful plant is the bay- 
berry; yet there are those who will be loath to 
admit it. Ah, well, if it does not affect them, 
it is because they have not been called by the 
gods to be walkers and lotus-eaters, and it 
will be of little use for them to go to Dog- 
town at all. They will see a few cellars of 
the ancient inhabitants and plenty of stones, 
but the Dogtown of the saunterer shall re- 
main for ever invisible. 
One may go to, the pastures, however, for 
such uninspired motive as berry-picking and 
it may be to him as to the cattle—merely a 
place to browse. But if perchance while 
watching the flocks of Admetus you 
browse upon diviner food than blueberries, 
then, looking upon high bush and low bush 
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