A MAY VISIT TO MOOSILAUKE 29 



if I could capture one by the old schoolboy 

 method ? I am moved to try ; but my best effort 

 — not very determined, it must be confessed — 

 ends in failure. Perhaps I should have had some 

 golden apples. 



At last I come to a few adder's-tongues, the 

 first flowers since the five or sik spring-beauties a 

 mile and a half back. Yes, I am approaching the 

 Flower Garden ; for here is a most lovely bank 

 of yeUow violets, a hundred or two together, a 

 real bed of them. Nobody ever saw anything 

 prettier. Here, also, is the showy purple trUlium, 

 not so unhandsomely overgrown as it sometimes 

 is, in addition to aU the flowers that I noticed on 

 the ascent. A garden indeed. I pull up a root 

 of Dutchman's-breeches, and sit down to examine 

 the cluster of rice-like pink kernels at the base 

 of the stem. Excellent fodder they must make 

 for animals of some kind. " Squirrel-corn " is an 

 apt name, I think, though I believe it is applied, 

 not to this species, but to its relative, Dicentra 

 Canadensis. 



The whole plant is uncommonly clean-looking 

 and attractive, with its pale, finely dissected leaves 

 and its delicate, waxy bloom; but looking at 

 it, and then at a bank of round-leaved violets op- 

 posite, I say once more, " Those are my flowers." 

 Something in the shade of, color is most exactly 



