The rich black earth of the old woods slope goes up and up to heights of limestone. The earth is full of limestone chips, with here and there a fragment of an Indian arrowhead where a Hopewellian hunter lost it. The redbuds are in bloom on the great wooded hill, all the way up to the limestone out-croppings, where shadbush clings like an alpine bush to the ledges and flutters its tufts of white bloom in the sunshine.
Dicentra canadensis (Goldie) Walp.
Early spring Woods.
It is April and the dutchman's breeches are in bloom on all that soft black-earth slope beneath the redbuds and spicebush, beneath the newly leafing buckeyes and the still bare oaks. Wild larkspur is here, purple and pale blue and white: there are yellow violets blue violets, red trilliums bloodroot. And there rises an odor as of hyacinths, keen and splendid above the moist odors of the spring wood-. Squirrel corn i- blossoming there.
At first it blends so well with the dutchman's breeches that one actually may pass them by as all one species. Then, as if the scene comes more sharply into focus, there stand out the -tiller stems of the squirrel corn with their tighter, narrower, pulled flowers, with their longer, more frilly wings below. The leave- seem much the same as those of dutchman's breeches, yet are more compact. And there is that perfume. No dutch-man's breeches ever had that fragrance, not that odor-of-hyacinths which rises so strongly from the ivory flowers of the squirrel corn there on the wooded hill below the lime-tone ledges.
Squirrel corn has a further difference. Instead of growing from pink corms, it has several yellow conns which look very much like broad, round little grains of yellow Indian corn.