Down North and Up Along 
when fully open a deep pure blue, and they 
fall victims to the passer-by. 
We are distressed to recall that we took this 
last plant, it may be thereby exterminating the 
race, so far as that particular cobblestone bar 
is concerned. Upon realising this, we wished 
it back in its place among the stones, ripening 
its seeds. But it was too late. The delicate 
roots could not be returned to the crevices 
whence they had been torn, and we regarded 
the quaint and pretty blossoms that lay before 
us with a feeling of guilt which it is to be 
hoped is the fate of all vandals. 
Patches of fragrant juniper covered with 
clusters of dusky blue berries were scattered 
over the bar, and the yellow August flower 
nodded merrily to us from its hard lot among 
the stones. 
The August flower, as it is here called, grows 
all over Nova Scotia. It is a yellow composite, 
smaller and more delicate than a dandelion, and 
the most joyous of weeds, standing anywhere 
and everywhere that it can find room for a seed 
to sprout, and making the roadsides and stony 
places bright. 
Once over the bar, the road lay along the 
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