60 SUMMER IN A BOG. 



and friendly guest. Decked in her pretty lav- 

 endar gown, all fringes and furbelows, she at- 

 tracts to her side. How generously she extends 

 hospitality to the honey bee, and her hands are 

 full of gifts! Take what she gives you; it is 

 wholesome and hearty cheer. Like wit, it will 

 season your simple repast and give zest to the 

 daily monotony. 



Sauntering through the woodland one after- 

 noon in May, in the dense shade at the root of 

 a tree some little fairy people, four or five 

 inches high, swayed gracefully in a gentle 

 breeze, nodding to each other. 



Pale, fragile-looking little things, they held 

 their own bravely when gathered and carried 

 home. Thalesia uniflora, by name — ^how grace- 

 fully suggestive! Far prettier than the com- 

 mon cancer-root by which some know them, or 

 broom-rape, still another. Unfortunately for 

 the family, some menibers of it are very much 

 disliked by the agriculturists, as they quarter 

 themselves on the clover. In fact, the whole 

 family, Orobcmchaceae, is parasitic. This was 

 my first introduction to any of its members. 



Another day, later in the season, and in the 

 same locality, what purple shadow under trail- 

 ing leaves beckons to discovery? The Virginia 

 Snake-root, a near relation to the Dutchman's 

 Pipe. And so it goes. Earely do we spend a 



