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usually found growing close to the ground in clusters 
partially under the cover of the woodland litter. Like 
many of our native plants it once enjoyed some repute as 
an antidote to the dreaded rattlesnake bite, whence the 
common name. It is said to have been regarded by the 
Indians as so sure a cure that they would from bravado 
allow rattlers to bite them if they had a supply of these 
orchid leaves at hand to apply to the wound. 
Our other winter orchid, one which is now reckoned as 
a rarity in our neighborhood is popularly known as Adam- 
and-Eve. It is readily recognized at this season by its 
solitary silvery green leaf of a parchment-like texture 
prominently ribbed and wrinkled, which, if all go well, 
will outride the storms of winter and die only when the 
plant blooms next May. The leaf springs from an under¬ 
ground bulb, shaped like that of a crocus, and this will 
always be found united by a horizontal shoot to the bulb 
of the previous year, wherein lies the significance of the 
name. Last year’s bulb we may reasonably assume to 
be Adam, from whom by a rib put forth, Eve is formed. 
November 15.— One is prone to think of fishing as the 
contemplative man’s special recreation, but as a matter of 
fact to sit on a log in the woods at this time of year is 
quite as prolific of quiet enjoyment, if one have an easy 
mind, a half holiday, and eyes that see and ears that hear. 
At no season are woodlands lovelier than now before the 
heavy snows have come. The sunlight fills them com¬ 
pletely and brightens up their thick carpet of dry leaves to 
a warm, ruddy hue, as cheerful as the glow from a hearth, 
while upon the frosty air is borne a various music. Now 
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