THE FLOWERS OF EARLY JUNE. I. 157 
holly is associated in my mind with that most delicate 
of our trailing plants, the creeping snowberry, because 
both were growing so thickly crowded together in the 
Auburn swamp in which I first found them. 
There is a sheltered nook at the foot of a ‘Mount 
Ararat,” where many interesting flowers bloom, where 
I saw some of them for the first time. One of these 
was the Clintonia. Its large leaves and greenish-yellow 
flowers render it so conspicuous, that it is still a mystery 
to me how I could have overlooked it so long. But 
now it is an integral part of every returning spring, as 
much as is the trailing arbutus, the dandelion and the 
daisy. I have found the wild comfrey in only one spot, 
and I visit that spot for the sake of seeing the pale blue 
corolla, of a tint unlike that of any other flower I know. 
The dainty little Hypoxys too often escapes notice 
in the masses of cinquefoil and buttercup that stud the 
meadows with their ‘“subtlest jewelry.” On the edge 
of the woodland the delicate little star-flower is now in 
its prime. It is ordinarily seven-petalled and seven- 
stamened, and in.that respect almost unique. Perhaps 
amid the dry soil by the railroad side, or in the rich 
grass of the near meadow, we may see clusters of the 
one-flowered cancer-root, a leafless, rather odd-looking 
plant, a member of an order of root-parasites. 
The purple lady’s slipper is one of those flowers 
which I remember from early childhood. The floor of 
