Music of the Wild 



flowers had flourished: anemones and violets. 

 Blooch'oot had Hfted bloom waxen-pure and white, 

 and its exquisitely cut and veined slivery, blue- 

 green leaves, set on pink coral stems, were yet 

 thrifty. Xow there were flowers, fruits, berries, 

 and nuts in a profusion the fields never know, and 

 with few except the insects, birds, butterflies, and 

 squirrels to feast upon them. You could produce 

 a rain of luscious big blackberries by shaking a 

 branch. 



There were traces of a straggling snake-fence 



The in one place, on top of wliich the squirrels romped 



Forest j^j^j played. This could not have extended far. 



Fence , , . 



because the mipenetrabie swamp that soon met the 

 forest stretched from sight. 



Then the Almighty made the A\ork of man un- 

 necessary by inclosing the forest in a fence of His 

 design, vastly to my liking. First was found a 

 tangle of shrubs that wanted their feet in the damp 

 earth and their heads in the light. Beneath them 

 I stopped to picture tall, blue bellflower, late blue- 

 bells, and spiderwort, Avith its peculiar leafage and 

 bloom. There Mas the flame of foxfire, the laven- 

 der and i^urple of Joe-Pye weed, ironwort, and 

 asters just beginning to show color, for it was mid- 

 dle August, and late summer bloom met eai-ly fall. 

 Tliere were masses of yellow made \ip of golden- 

 rod beginniiig to open, marigold, yellow daisies, 

 and cone-flowers. 



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