off, by a difference in color, if by nothing

else. "Cat-tails" and "cat-tail flags," the Manual and the Illustrated Flora call them; but I was brought up to say "cat-o'-nine-tails," with strong emphasis on the numeral, and am glad to find that more romantic-sounding name recognized by the latest big dictionary. Not that the name has any particular appropriateness; but like my fellows, I have been trained to venerate a dictionary, especially an "unabridged," as hardly less sacred than the Bible, and am still much relieved whenever my own usage, past or present, happens to be supported by such authority.

Rankness is the swamp's note, we may say. Look at the spatter-dock leaves and the pickerel weed! The tropics themselves could hardly do better. And what a maze and tangle of vegetation!—as if the earth could produce more than the air could find room for. So much for plenty of water and a wholesome depth of black mud. One thinks of the scriptural phrase about paths that "drop fatness."

Ever since I arrived, the short, hurried,