142 In Touch with Nature. 



strangers in a strange land, but at home, whether 

 we wander where the river is but a mountain-brook, 

 or broadens until lost in the sea. This it is that 

 makes, for me, the Delaware something more than 



" A river bare, 

 That glides the dark hills under," 



and so disputes that 



" There are a thousand such elsewhere 

 As worthy of your wonder." 



Nature never duplicates a birthplace. 



We saw few flowers, but abundant evidence 

 that there are many in their season. Finding no 

 trace of the coveted rose-root, I contented 

 myself with fern and purple raspberry. The 

 rose-root has a history. Gray says of it, found 

 " throughout Arctic America, extending southward 

 to the coast of Maine, and cliffs of Delaware 

 River" Think of a flower that has withstood the 

 changes since the glacial epoch ! Here we have 

 it; one that made the garlands of palaeolithic 

 maidens. There is archaeology gone mad for 

 you! 



Of the immediate landscape nothing need be 



