12 AT THE NORTH OF BEARCAMP WATER. 
evening-primrose, the fleabane and dogbane, 
both worthy of sweeter names; the yarrow, as 
disagreeable among flowers as a cynic is among 
men; the tall potentilla, yellow clover, and, rep¬ 
resenting the purple flowers, the brunella. In 
many places thick beds of checkerberry, decked 
with brilliant berries, were made gayer by many 
heads of the brunella growing through them. 
The brunella is shaped somewhat like the con¬ 
ventional chess castle, but the castle is never 
quite complete while blossoming, owing to the 
lack of harmony among the many little flowers 
which unite to form its head. Low, running 
blackberry dotted the banks with uninteresting 
white blossoms, and the stiff spikes of the spiraea 
were abundant. The daisy, stigmatized as white- 
weed by the indignant farmers, still displayed 
a few battered blossoms, which kept company 
with heads of red and of white clover. After 
passing these flowers of summer, it seemed 
strange, on descending into a deep cup-shaped 
basin where a small pond fed by springs is 
shaded by lofty oaks and birches, to find the 
houstonia still in full glory, and the dwarf cor¬ 
nel blooming in dark and mossy nooks. Ani¬ 
mate nature takes solid comfort in a hot day. 
As I stole softly downward to the shore of the 
little pond, scores of tadpoles shot away from 
the edge of the water into its green depths. 
