Bordering the marshes and streams are the wet meadows, which 

 glow with rich and varied plant life. Tall grasses and rushes 

 wave among the yellow lilies, grass of Parnassus, and meadow-rue. 

 Nestling deep down, half hidden in moss and cress, are the dainty 

 marsh-harebell and sweet •mhite violet. Here we shall cull a choice 

 bouquet. We still need our rubbers over tall shoes. The latter I 

 always wear in walking, as a protection from possible snake-bites. 

 The former I suspend in a bag from my belt, in order to have them 

 "handy." The wet meadonv and swamp overlap each other, and 

 some flowers may be grouped in this chapter which also grow in the 

 marshes. 



