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Title: Wild flowers and where they grow
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Harris, Amanda Bartlett, 1824- Humphrey, Lizbeth Bullock, b. 1841
Subjects: Botany
Publisher: Boston : D. Lothrop and Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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ly. If all the springs newness, the scent of the mosses, thequickening life which makes ones pulses leap, is m the first,so the best of midsummer is in the other. To go after lilies — what pictures of cool green woodsovershadowing the margin of some lonelv sheet of water thatcalls up ! What winding ways knee-deep in fern to reach it!What a silence broods there, except as some birds note breaksupon it, or the plash of a dipping wing, or a rustle amongthe reeds as cattle come down to drink, or the small voicesof insects stincrinsf the noontide air. I have in mind just that place and time. It was a July O VER T THE POND. ii3 day, at high noon. Midday, when the sun blazes down at the fiercest, is the best time to see lilies. For are they not sun-worshipers ? Then they are wide open, their golden hearts, bare to his gaze, shed fragrance for him, as some night flowers return it for the dew. The story is that when evening approaches they go to sleep. And when the period arrives for them to
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SILENCE BROODS THERE. die, they turn over on their faces and sink down out ofsight forever into the black ooze from which they sprung. 114 WILD FLOWERS. The pond was away in from travelled ways and habita-tions of men. We had always known about it, for our elders had often been, andbrought home liliesand the queer pitch-ers of the sarra-cenia, called by thechildren fox-gloves. The older folksalways spoke of itas over t thepond, and we hada strong desire, to go.Strange water-fowl had been seenthere, and the cryof a loon had been heard, and there was a quak-ing cranberry meadow over on the other side. Attractiveplace! It had a fascination to us ; there was the element ofthe unusual and unknown. What if we should see a cranesnowy white, or a heron tall as we were? The thought wasenough to thrill one. As for the loon — that was too muchto hope for. We went: the road was an old, neglected one, little used.

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