IIo THROUGH GLADE AND MEAD, 
is another of the charms of the month. Some of the 
most valued wild fruits are gathered before September. 
The strawberry, the three or four kinds of blueberries, 
the raspberries and some of the blackberries have al- 
ready disappeared. But here in the huckleberry pasture, 
where the pyrolas and arethusa and quaking-grass and 
meadow-rue, loosestrife, roses, meadow-sweet, hardhack 
and the red summer-lily bloomed, the long-stemmed 
dangleberry (Gaylussacia frondosa, Torr. and Gray) is 
now in perfection. The pithy stems of the elder (Sa- 
bucus Canadensis, L.) are bending under their load of 
black-purple berries, which the catbird and others are 
doing their best to lighten. The high blackberry, in 
the sheltered places where it has not been parched by 
the August sun, yields its large juicy berries in great 
abundance. Perhaps we can, after a similar experience, 
appreciate Emerson’s feeling toward them as expressed 
in his little poem: 
“ «May be true what I had heard,— 
Earth’s a howling wilderness, 
Truculent with fraud and force,’ 
Said I, strolling through the pastures, 
And along the river-side. 
Caught among the blackberry vines, 
Feeding on the Ethiops sweet, 
Pleasant fancies overtook me. 
