The Hibiscus family are here in the greatest variety, running from 
the deepest wine color to pale salmon and peach. 
All these are brilliant, exotic strangers from over-seas and cannot 
be found in a North American botany; but it is along the "jungle" 
paths, on the edges of the swamps and on the sea beaches of the Keys, 
that you will need Professor Small's book to help you identify these 
bafifling new treasures. 
You will find a large, uncanny, round-leaved shrub, whose leaves 
are a luscious shade of maroon, growing along the edge of the beach; 
it is the Sea Grape or Coccolohis, and near it are fascinating mauve- 
grey patches, growing down on the beach itself, which are found on 
further examination, to be the sweet-scented Sea-lavender or Fourne- 
fortia, while all along these coastal sand dunes stand great masses of 
red flowers, shaped like a bottle brush, which are the Coral Bean or 
Erythrina. 
The swamp trees are festooned with grey moss and among their 
branches are found the Air plants (Tillandsias) belonging to the Pine- 
apple family. Along the wood-sides, in January, are huge, prickly 
pods hanging from sprawUng shrubs, with leaves like locust trees — 
these are the Grey Nickers {Guilandina). 
The tales of snakes and alligators deterred me from much explora- 
tion in these alluring swampy thickets. Indeed, I preferred to do my 
botanizing near a motor which I knew could outstrip a "Bi-colored 
Python Rock Snake"; but I do urge any members of our Garden 
Clue or America, who sojourn even for a fortnight in Florida, to 
try to have at least a bowing acquaintance with these marvelous 
tropical plants. 
Sweet Peas 
A. Neil Lyons 
(Reprinted by kind permission of John Lane Company.) 
Mr. Hannikin came to my house in the company of a dog-kennel. 
I had bought this article in Blowfield and Mr. Hannikin, who is a 
wheelbarrow proprietor of that town, was engaged by the vendor 
to convey my kennel to its destination. 
Mr. Hannikin looked feverish, having wheeled the barrow, the 
dog-kennel, his coat, his waistcoat, his collar, his tie, and an empty 
bottle all the way from Blowfield (which is five miles off), under a July 
sun. 
I accordingly invited Mr. Hannikin to sit in the scullery and con- 
dense, which, having re-connected himself with the coat, the waist- 
coat, the collar, and the tie, Mr. Hannikin cheerfully consented to do. 
I was unable to offer Mr. Hannikin any beer, having recently had 
occasion to employ the talents of our local hedge-trimmer. But Mr. 
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