FINDING PHRYMA. 71 



A little out of sorts with her own cowardice 

 (or caution, was it?), she walked along the 

 road, noting that, further on, a herd of cows 

 fed by the wayside. Something unusual about 

 a plant inside the fence attracted her attention. 

 She climbed over and dug it up. It certainly 

 was unlike anything in her collection, but its 

 slender spikes of irregular purplish flowers had 

 been partly cropped off. She decided to remain 

 inside the fence, on a well-worn and convenient 

 path, and search for a more complete speci- 

 men. By so doing she might also avoid that 

 drove of cows, although a second thought as- 

 sured her that they were too much interested 

 in the grass to pay any attention to her. 



Setting out on her quest, she had not walked 

 a dozen steps when she saw lying in the grass, 

 immediately in front of her, a gigantic man, 

 face downward, straw hat shading from the 

 flies, and a general air of repose. 



"This woods is just fairly swarming with 

 men lying in the grass ! I '11 have to give it 

 up ! " So, taking the road once more, she braved 

 the presence of the herd of cows as a lesser 

 evil, and sought her driver, whom she found 

 at the far end of the woods, also extended upon 

 the grass in shade of the trees. 



She afterward learned that the men were 

 most harmless persons and that they were the 

 custodians of the herd of Jerseys. 



