. Literary pilgrimages of a naturalist. t is different. Out of the grayreindeer moss and poverty weed which are moreprevalent than grass on the sands beneath thesetrees spire slender scapes of Spiranthes gracilis,the tiny orchid that someone named ladiestresses, not because the flower looks like thembut reminds of them, being wayward and fra-grant and lovingly blown by all winds. Here isgoldenrod, and wee asters are just opening theirbaby-blue eyes to the approaching autumn. Woodwarblers trill in the absurd forest, and the richaroma of its leaves subtends the lighter fra-grance of the blossomi
. Literary pilgrimages of a naturalist. t is different. Out of the grayreindeer moss and poverty weed which are moreprevalent than grass on the sands beneath thesetrees spire slender scapes of Spiranthes gracilis,the tiny orchid that someone named ladiestresses, not because the flower looks like thembut reminds of them, being wayward and fra-grant and lovingly blown by all winds. Here isgoldenrod, and wee asters are just opening theirbaby-blue eyes to the approaching autumn. Woodwarblers trill in the absurd forest, and the richaroma of its leaves subtends the lighter fra-grance of the blossoming wild flowers. Infeathery glades among these Truro trees onemight forget that winter is to come and bringbleakness and desolation unspeakable to the landwith him. But if winter does not always warn,the sea does. Not so deep in any witch hollowcan you hide, not so far may you wander in en-chanted forests, as to escape its call. The treesmurmur continually the song of the surf, and thecrash of its breakers echoes continually in the air.
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