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turned to the softest shades of old gold and crimson- 

 bronze. The Walk, here, flings ofif to the left a little 

 side-shoot of path, down close to the Lake. In its 

 southerly corner, a couple of young shadbushes have 

 taken firm root, and stand in easy position for you to 

 take a good look at, what always seems to me, their 

 especial mark of beauty — their handsomely streaked 

 bark. You can pick them out in winter by this mark- 

 ing. See, too, their pretty pointed buds. These are 

 not quite so finely pointed as the beech tree's buds, 

 but they are very well turned, and beautiful in their 

 way. An Arbor arches the Walk, just beyond, and 

 east of it, is European white birch. Beyond the Arbor, 

 close by the margin of the Lake, you will see more 

 European alders. Try to see them , in spring when 

 they veil themselves with the soft dull crimson of 

 their stamen-bearing catkins. These catkins are like 

 long slender pencils, and the anthers (the pollen-bear- 

 ing parts of the stamens) are clustered beneath the 

 bracts of these "pencils." They are very interesting 

 trees at this time of the year, and glow with a beauty 

 all their own, while as yet most of the trees are bare 

 of leaf or flower. How few people ever see the flow- 

 ers of the trees! Why is it? 



The Walk runs on to the south, and at the end of 

 the Lake here bends around in a hook, following the 

 trend of the Lake-shore, to the Concourse. It wan- 

 ders past more tree alders, swamp white oak, sweet 

 gum, and clusters of bald cypresses. Where the hook 

 swings around to the northeast, near the Carriage Con- 

 course, you will find, in the point of the bed which 



