130 SUMMER IN A BOG. 



purchasing a souvenir spoon. The iris and 

 sagittaria spread their colored petals to the 

 sun, the bur-reed and cat-tail lifted their forest 

 of spears, with the pale green inflorescence 

 sheltered from any but close observation. 



There were tufts of the greater bulrush and 

 other tall, graceful varieties of the sedge dupli- 

 cated by reflection in the water. 



A glimpse of nature, an object lesson for 

 th'e denizens of the city, surrounded from day 

 to day, as they are, by the works of man; why 

 can not such spots be spared, here and there, 

 from the general destruction of nature's orig- 

 inal beauty, which takes place wherever a city 

 is planted? 



Nature's bounties are so various, and there 

 is no locality in which some one of them may 

 not be found. In one place the geological for- 

 mations are rich, in another the long stretches 

 of woodland and prairie are profuse in botani- 

 cal wealth. Here it is mosses and lichens, there 

 the peculiar growths of the seashore, with pos- 

 sibilities in eonchology. Everywhere are birds 

 and insects, and the larger forms of animal life. 



But civilization daily encroaches upon these 

 remnants of pristine formations, and in many 

 localities nothing remains of nature's original 

 construction. 



In my own county I have seen her driven 



