A SUMMER DRIVE IN THE LAKE COUNTRY. 983 
rel which had been so inquisitive came down the tree, 
and crossing the road in front of us, ran along on the 
crooked fence, uttering his saucy, defiant chitter. The 
little girl called vehemently for me “to catch him!” and 
she was inclined to be indignant that I did not doso. A 
year ago, a8 we were driving around the Park Meadow, 
a red squirrel, not quite grown, crossed the road and 
made for a shade tree in the grass. I sprang out of the 
carriage and gave chase, and just before it got out of 
reach in the tree, caught it. We carried it home, where 
it became the pet of the household. Since then 
“ Anemone” thinks I have only to make the effort, to 
catch any squirrel we may see by the roadside. 
As we passed out into the open country between 
meadows, a perfume, strongand sweet as rose or violet, 
seemed to fill the land. At first it was a surprise, but 
soon we saw that one of the meadows was filled with 
clover, whose blossoms were neither red nor white, but a 
kind of compromise, more nearly pink. It was the 
Alsike, the most strongly-fragrant of the leguminous 
family. This beautiful clover was formerly supposed to 
be a hybrid between the red and white clover, hence 
its botanical name by Linneus (Trifolium-hybridum), 
but it is now conceded to be a distinct species. Still I 
am inclined to think that it hybridizes with our little 
white clover (T.repens). Our clovers are all sweet- 
scented, particularly the last named, which is such a 
favorite with the honey bees. The red clover, with an 
entirely different odor and quality of honey, is loved 
equally well by the wholesome country bumble-bee, the 
