At the extreme cast side of Trillium Wood, come upon a black snake, which at first keeps still prudently, thinking I may not see him,—in the grass in open land,—then glides to the edge of the wood and darts swiftly up into the top of some slender shrubs there . . .

  Cinnamon fern pollen [sic]. Lady’s-slipper pollen. These grow under pines even in swamps, as at Ledum Swamp.

  The lint from leaves sticks to your clothes now. Hear a rose-breasted grosbeak . . .