Apart from its rich glowing colour, its eagerness to 
greet the spring, and its contented gladdening of 
latest autumn, the Dandelion can be loved for the 
enemies it has made* It is the enemy of the all- 
destroying grass that obtrudes in every suburban 
wood, relentlessly killing off the delicate wild 
flowers and transforming the varying labyrinth 
into monotonous sod* No one can watch the grass 
year after year slowly killing off the spring beauty, 
the Blood-root, the Bellwort, and other varied 
delicacies of the new season, without feeling a 
vindictive pleasure when the Dandelion comes along 
and elbows a conspicuous place for itself* Grass is 
to many an object of solicitude bordering on venera- 
tion* To a still wider circle it is a thing to keep off, 
and few regard it with complete indifference* To 
walk on a white man's grass is as great an affront as 
to cast your shadow on a Hindoo's food* Children 
are enjoined from playing upon it, and its proper 
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