40 AT TEE NORTH OF BE ARC AMP WATER. 
of mayflower there grows an eccentric blueberry 
bush, which bears pale pink and white berries 
very sweet to the taste, but which never grow 
blue. Here, too, is to be found the shy little 
snowberry, whose fruit has the art of hiding 
itself beneath glossy round leaves, so that close 
search is needed to gather it. Along the banks 
of the lake high-bush blueberries of fabulous 
size tempt the stroller from his course. Some 
of these berries were once mistaken for fox 
grapes. In the moist sand at the foot of these 
blueberry bushes, the modest houstonia blossoms 
throughout six consecutive months of the year. 
It comes in May, and it fades not until Novem¬ 
ber. The bunchberry retains its flowers in 
these groves until long after its berries are red 
elsewhere. Yet autumn flowers are not notice¬ 
ably slow in blooming by the lake. One of these 
autumn flowers is an interesting hybrid, so rec¬ 
ognized at the Gray Herbarium. For four 
years we have found several roots of a golden- 
rod which is neither the ccesia , which it closely 
resembled in form, nor the bicolor , from which 
it inherits its white ray flowers. Both of these 
familiar species grow near it, and are presum¬ 
ably its parents. 
Within the waters of the lake there is abun¬ 
dant life. Years ago it was a famous trout 
pond, stocked perhaps by the Indians, but the 
