IN THE ADIRONDACKS 



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corpse-like Indian pipe, lifting their tomb- 

 stones on their heads, rose like ghosts from 

 the soil. CHntonia borealis held its rich 

 plum-colored fruit in air. It is the whole 





luxuriance of a virgin forest — such a his- 

 tory of Nature's epochs that impresses one. 

 Yonder great hemlock stub, punctured 

 by the log cock, the pileated woodpecker, 

 once ruler supreme of these northern 

 forests, alone stands crying aloud, " Where 

 is my persecutor ? " " Almost extermin- 

 ated," comes the answer ; " one in that re- 

 gion to-day, where there were a score not 



