The Wild Clematis 



By now the autumn is drawing on, and, with its 

 later days, the wind rustles through the delicate 

 clusters and breaks them up. Each fruit with 

 its long streaming plume floats away through the 

 air, swa5dng hither and thither until it becomes 

 entangled in some other hedgerow or is brought to 

 the ground by rain, when it at least makes an attempt 

 to start life on its own account. 



It is not always reaUsed that the Clematis and 

 the buttercup are close relatives ; both belong to 

 the family of the Ranunculacece. 



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