296 REAL AUTUMN 



a true American, and it seems to me some one has 

 called it an Indian sachem." 



" That was Mr. Burroughs," Tommy called, 

 for he had just come into the garden. " He said 

 it looked over the fences like a painted Indian 

 sachem." 



I thought it didn't look a bit like an Indian. 

 Then Grandmother said, " that was one of the 

 poetical thoughts of a great man, but that it didn't 

 mean Pokeweed had either the face or the figure 

 of a sachem." 



Just then Tommy laughed, and said I must have 

 looked so hard at Pokeweed that I forgot about 

 Burdock, That is the name I dislike most of all 

 in the country. I looked right down at my frock, 

 and all around the bottom it was covered with 

 Burdock's prickly burrs. I hadn't seen them be- 

 fore. 



They grow near the ground, and as I walked 

 along my head was lifted up over the Pokeweed 

 branch. 



Burdock burrs, Tickseeds and Spanish Needles 

 are some of the mischievous seeds that stick to 

 boys and girls and even to grown-up people in 

 the real autumn. They stick to cows and dogs 

 besides, and nearly cover Uncle Hiram, because 

 he says he doesn't care enough about looks to pick 

 them off. They take such a tight hold of people's 

 clothes that they can't be brushed or shaken away; 

 they have to be picked off one by one. If Violets, 



