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wave their royal plumes of feathery green to every 

 rocking breeze. What graceful trees they are ! 



From this arm, pass southerly, following the east- 

 erly border of the Drive. You pass Japan quince, on 

 your right, honey locust on your left, resplendent in 

 black bark and fierce thorns. These honey locusts are 

 about opposite the lamp here. Beyond them, by the edge 

 of the Lake are European elder, full of little "cones," 

 jet black against the blue of the sky; flowering dog- 

 wood, osage orange (with spines in the axils of its 

 leaves). Opposite these trees is a fine Norway maple. 

 Then we meet honey locust again, then some more 

 osage oranges and a little gathering of varnish trees 

 just beyond these, on your left. Opposite the lamp 

 that stands on your right, as you continue southerly, 

 are two well-grown fringe trees, lovely in June, with 

 their white fluffs of bloom. Beyond the fringe trees 

 you will see a quartet of the shrubby trefoil, of the rue 

 family, Rutacecs. You must have met this tree several 

 times before on your rambles in the lower sections 

 of the Park, and their leaves, made up of three leaf- 

 lets, are no doubt now quite familiar to you. You 

 remember this tree has wafer-shaped, elm-like seeds, 

 and that it is from this resemblance of its seeds to 

 the seeds of the elm that it has been named ptelea 

 (Greek for elm). The tree flowers in terminal white 

 cymes, which are rather open, in June. Off to the 

 east of the hop-tree quartet here, is quite a goodly 

 company of bald cypresses again, foot-set by the mar- 

 gin of the Lake. It is worth a trip here to see these 

 trees in October. Then their feathery masses have 



