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and gardens. Being in the midst of the citrus fruit raising, it was 

 a never-to-he-forgotten sight to look at the rows of orange-laden trees, 

 which covered many acres. In March the blossoms were out and, 

 in many cases, one could still see the golden ripe fruit, still un- 

 gathered, while the air was sweet with the fragrance from the blossoms 

 on the same trees. 



Many old Hawaiian fruits were about. One in particular it was 

 good to see — the papaya or paw paw, as they call it in Florida. "Melons 

 on trees" seems an appropriate description of the fruit. At one place 

 we were given some paw paw blossoms. The odor carried me back over 

 many years, proving that the sense of smell is abiding and memory 

 stirring. 



After making two calls one day, we carried home kumquats, limes, 

 lemons, loquats, oranges, grapefruit and tangerines, and we found fresh 

 guavas at home. 



Ponderosa lemons were seen as big as grapefruit. Mangoes and 

 alligator pears were not in season so these old favorites were not 

 tasted. 



Clusters of purple wistaria are associated with the oldest house 

 in the United States, at St. Augustine, where the vine covered the 

 garden fence. 



In the park surrounding the magnificent Tampa Bay hotel there 

 are many fine cultivated plants and trees, some of which are named. 



At Ballast Point, we saw a banyan tree which had made quite a 

 spreading growth by sending down branches to take root. 



Ferns, similar to our maidenhair, grew on the walls of one of the 

 dungeons at old Fort Marion. Very few ferns were seen growing wild. 



Among the flowers we met blue violets, lupines, milkweeds, a 

 portulaca, Cherokee rose, dwarf dandelion and blue iris. It was hard 

 to find the names of some of the native flowers as there was no botany 

 of the southern states at hand and not all were given in the familiar 

 Gray Manual. Some were pressed and identified on reaching home. 



NOTES FROM COLLINS, N. Y. 



Anne E. Perkins 



We are situated, fortunately, on the edge of the Cattaraugus Indian 

 Reservation, near the Cattaraugus Creek, in a thinly settled district, 

 with much underbrush and thickety growth, but little woods. It is a 



