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"O, land of love and dreamy thoughts

For the most of us vacation time comes And shining fields and shady spots,

after the heat of summer is upon us and Of coolest, greenest, grassy plots

the natural desire is to escape to the coolest Embossed with wild forget-me-nots, And all the blooms that cunningly

place we can find-speaking now, of course, Lift their faces up to me.”

of those who are seeking comfort rather

than social distractions. As the result of a IOLETS, yellow and white and blue, search for “a lodge in some vast wilderness,' are but a haunting memory of little all the inland lakes and rivers have their

nodding by "wandering banks dotted with the tents and cottages of brooks and unseen springs;" the pale aure summer-rest seekers and nature worshipoles of the tree tops have darkened into pers.

Some are there to fish or hunt in crowns of glory that make a welcome shelter harmless fashion, doing no damage to fish from the summer sun; birds that were rol or fowl, others prefer, novel in hand, to seek licksome lovers a month ago are benedicts some shady spot. Some go for the love now and practicing birdly domestic science of the tree and the flower. and the bird, and —with the servant problem left out; one by

because the woods call them and they must one the days with their whisperings of sum answer. Such as these know more than I mertime have come and gone and we awake can write. They will point to the rare bird's to find ourselves "knee deep in June.” Be- swinging home, they will lead the way to hind us are the fair forms of delicate spring some nook where the moccasin flower, fair flowers, the gay songs of care-free birds, the lady's slipper, hides. But there are others sweet odors of young growing greenery

who will go home from a summer's outing and for all these we must wait until spring no nearer to Nature than when they left time comes again—but who would turn back their city streets, and it is not always the the clock of time when crimson clover fault of the individual. Power of observablooms? For

tion and concentration are probably the main

differences in the mental make-up of the "What is the lily and all of the rest

naturalist and the stroller who, having eyes, Of the flowers to a man with a heart in his

sees not. One by long training knows what That has dipped brimmin' full of the honey and

to see and where to find it. The other needs dew

to have long ledger columns and the whir of Of the sweet clover blossoms his boyhood revolving machinery blotted out before he is knew?"

ready to see and hear the things his starving The human machinery will work without soul has been demanding unheeded. Pera jar all during the winter and early spring, haps the time comes when he really knows but when clover-time comes a spirit of un

that he has been missing something out of Test begins to make trouble. The exhiiara- the real things of life, while plunging after tion of spring has waned a little; tasks that its artificialities. He goes out along the almost did themselves drag now; the boy in country roadside or sits by the side of some the country school-house shuffles his feet on small stream, and suddenly he knows that the floor and wanders away “in a barefooted he is alone—a stranger—more alone than he dream;" while in at the open window of was when he went up to the city for the many a city office floats the spirit of a long first time and stood on a street corner trying forgotten country boyhood. The man at his to understand it all as the crowds passed desk fidgets awhile, gets up with a start and

him by. And now again when the city ways next week he'll be fishing along some quiet

have become his ways and he knows the

secrets of her mighty enterprise, he goes out


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prickles that lose their courage and give their Aaron's rod of pale yellow flowers. way before the attacking enemy.

On the ground is a mat of woolly leaves, Over there, where the glint of the sun while the stem rises four or five feet. High falls upon it, is a delicate starwort or aster, taper and hag taper are old names for it, one of the earliest of her beautiful sister the former given, perhaps, because the Rohood. The flowers of this particular kind mans dipped the stems in tallow and burned have from six to nine pinkish-white :ays, them at funerals, or, perhaps, because to it the flowers gathered in a very loose corymb. was tied the taper that lighted the altar

Later in the season, from late July until candles. An ointment made from the fiowautumn-days grow crisp, the purple asters ers is sometimes used in England for chest will be the charm of the roadside and fence troubles. corners. There are many varieties of this Straggling along sandy roadsides or even beautiful native flower, and although they have strong likes and dislikes as to location, their tastes vary sufficiently to guarantee almost a continuous roadside border during the autumn. I have gathered fou or five varieties during an afternoon's drive, their colors varying from rose purple to the most delicate lavender or light blue. Whether they are found west of the Rockies I do not know, but from the Atlantic westward, at least that far, they make the woodlands and the roadside glad, so long as they are left alone, but several varieties object to the rude hand of the collector and promptly wilt.

Along with the early asters of June and July, and sometimes preceding them, is the wild rose with its blushing beauty. There are some sweet odors that cling to memory more strongly than others and who that has smelled the wild rose when its petals were wet with the rain can ever forget its delicate odor? "The rose looks fair, but fairer we it deem For that sweet odor which doth in it live.”

Hedgerows and stake-and-rider fences deck themselves proudly with the dainty pink shells until the nights grow cool and the “last rose of summer lies faded and dead.” Several varieties are found scattered over the states, but the one termwild single rose-in its very simplicity de

(Copyright by A. W. Mumford, Chicago.) scribes them all with sufficient accuracy for

venturing on village streets, the vellow toadWe have failed to mention the dandelion, Aox shows its spurs. The flower is two yet blest be the common things of life. lipped, the throat almost closed by the Who scorns the dish of dandelion “greens?” prominent palate. The lower side is Or who can see the dandelion without re spurred. The linear leaves of the stalk are calling the Indian legend of Shawondasee, almost crowded on the stalk in alternate the lazy southwind lover, content to woo at arrangement. As we stop to examine one, long range? Day by day he watched her the small boy says: “Humph! you don't standing there on the prairie until her

want that. That's Butter an' Eggs." He golden crown had turned to snowy white, was not supposed to know that “Butter and and then he sighed as his rival the north- Eggs," when mixed with milk, makes

cosmetic instead of a cake. About midsummer the mulleins hold up Have you ever thought how bare this



our purpose.


wind spirited her away.

world would be if, in the words of that old and is sometimes called spiderwort, may poet,

usually be found in a rich, moist pasture, "Xo glimpse could we see

just far enough inside the fence to make it Oi some green-knotted garland of grass?" difficult to gather. The flower of the species

Day after day it humbly bends beneath found throughout the middle West is a deep the feet of thousands who never stoop to bluema watery blue-sometimes in clusters, see it, yet are first to complain of cinder axillary and terminal, sometimes a solitary and gravel walks. "The grass is so much lower borne on a mucilaginous stem. There casier on one's feet." And so we are are three petals and three sepals with sixplea eri to waik over it or lounge on it, but bearded stamens. The leaves of the plant to waste time looking at it—why, it is "too are linear-lanceolate, rather succulent in common;" yet Nature has given us few pic- texture. Many a country pupil has had no tures more beautiful than the grassy knoll or other ink than what his mother made from roadside. Since there are 3.500 species of tradescantia flowers, and the pages of numgrass, and these are scattered over the en

berless autograph albums have shown its tire globe, we can scarcely expect to get on cerulean tint in belabored verses expressive intimate terms with very many during a of all degrees of tenderness and flourishes. brief evening's stroll or even in our sum Down in the grass on roadside or in the mer's outing.

woods is the little yellow oxalis or woodIn the first placē, it is necessary to know sorrel, with its sour juice and clover-like just how to distinguish the grasses, for “all leaflets

, which fold and sleep at night. The is not gold that glitters," nor are all plants seed pods are about an inch long, and in grass that look like it. For example, many the middle of July carry on a mimic battle people who ought to know better mistake that is probably unknown to many flower Sedges and rushes for grass, supposing them lovers. I have seen but the one account of to be only coarse species. Yet these same their method of seed expulsion, and that individuals would probably not know that was written by William Hamilton Gibson wheat, oats and corn are grasses. The for a Harper's Magazine of years ago. easiest unscientific way to distinguish the The pod is five-celled, and when fully ripe grasses is this (and I quote from the Cyclo- the gentlest touch is sufficient to start a paedia of American Horticulture): “The fusillade of seeds, which escape through a leaves of sedges are arranged on three sides lengthwise split in each cell." Gibson deor angles of the stem, while on grasses they scribes the unexpected raise which a small are found on two sides, alternate and 2 fly got by sitting down on a pod just ripe ranked. In making use of this test, care for mischief. It was blown several inches must be taken to select well-grown, erect into the air by the explosion and probably stems. Most sedges have solid stems and furnished a very exciting story of hairmost grasses have hollow stems." The breadth escape in flydom. grass most commonly seen in the meadows

Once while driving along the Kaskaskia and used for hay is a cat's tail grass called the road suddenly divided to meet again a timothy, or herd grass in portions of the

few rods farther on, and in this opening was East. This is a tall grass with a long, cylin a tangle of blackberry vines bending with a drical spike, with short bristles on the

the weight of the great golden and scarlet funglumes. The showy redtop may be known nels of the trumpet creeper with its many By the dark purple stigmas, the spikelets leaflets not unlike coarse fern. The flameoften being purplish. This grass delights like burst of color was startling, and when to cover a dry or sandy field. But enough I had ruthlessly cut long sprays to carry to of this, for the description grows as dry as our cabin it seemed almost as if that bit of hay. Make friends of the grasses whether road was not so sunny as before. you know their names or pot, for none of. Another vine which affords as great a the plant family have a better right to hu contrast with the trumpet creeper as the man consideration. Find out the name of plant world shows is the Virgin's bower, that tuft beside you and learn to recognize wild clematis. In its delicate simplicity it it wherever you see it. Then try another. well deserves to bower a nunnery. The leaf That is the easiest way, if it isn't the best.

has three ovate-lobed leaflets, and a dexterThe flower that got its name tradescantia

ous turning of the middle leaf stem is its from John Tradescant, who tended the only means of climbing. The leaves are of Royal Gardens of Charles First of England, posite. The flower has no petals, but the


four sepals are a greenish white with short and lasting. And there on the creek bank
spreading stamens. In the fruiting season were two stalks of the wild cranesbill, or
the vine is even more attractive than earlier, “bird bills,” as we called them. This is one
for each pod has a feathery tail two or three of the most beautiful of the summer-bloom-
inches in length and collectively they look ing wood flowers, resembling in shape the
like a green plume. Anything more unlike florists' cyclamen, with its sharply reflexed
the gaudy brilliancy of the trumpet vine corolla, from the center of which the beak-
would be hard to imagine. But no, I had shaped fruit receptacle protrudes. The
forgotten the dodder. Have you found that large, five-lobed leaves are mottled slightly
strange anomaly of vegetation, an orange with white. The open moist wood or ravine
yellow cord twining in deathlike grip about is its usual home, where its flowers may be
plants and shrubs, sometimes even wander seen at some distance nodding on their six
ing to the stake-and-rider fence? This is

, a parasitic, leafless vine bearing
tight clusters of small, white flowers. There
are several varieties of this vine, all being
degraded members of the convolvulus fam-
ily, but they are similar enough to be easily
recognized if one variety is known. In the
spring the seed germinates, and as soon as
the infant plant finds a satisfactory host
plant its root dies and it feeds on its victim.
If it can find no suitable plant to prey upon,

The mystery of the parasite tempts one to carry away all that can be loosened, and we wander on through rows of corn until our


it dies.

feet are tripped

lilies dipped,

"By the honeysuckle's tangles, where the water
And the ripple of the river lipped the moss

along the brink,
Where the placid-eyed and lazy-footed cattle

come to drink,
And the tilting snipe stood fearless."

I close my eyes and see again that old, old
home which Riley must have seen before he
wrote “The Days Gone By.” Sloping cown
to the creek's edge the "back lot” faced the
east, and underneath the oak and linden
trees that bathed their feet in the yellow
stream were countless flowers that bloomed

TALL OR GIANT SUNFLOWER. for me alone-or so I thought.

(Copyright by A. W. Mumford, Chicago.) A fragrant honeysuckle swayed just within reach of my grapevine swing. It was or eight inch stems any time from April shrubby in growth with clusters of pale yel- through July. low or ivory-colored flowers, rather funnel I did not realize in those days what a livshaped, with five lobes and an odor that is ing herbarium I had at my disposal, but now one of the sweetest of my childhood mem as I recall one after another the varieties ories. The opposite, whitish-green leaves that bloomed in that old back yard, I think united their bases about the stem and made that it must have contained a representative a cup in which the yellow berries rested. collection of the flora of that region. Wild From a bittersweet vine that had twisted in- sweet-william of the phlox family was to a great rope, we gathered in the late fall there with his pinkish purple, rather exmany a stem of the orange-colored, berry- pressionless face, borne on a body somelike pods which had bursted open to show where near three feet in height, with taperthe scarlet covering of the seeds. For win- ing leaves of the ovate-lanceolate shape, ter bouquets there is nothing else so showy and corolla, five-lobed salver shape with a

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