We have spent our summer holiday of seven weeks among the Berkshire Hills where I have been amazed at the immense quantity of fruit in the vicinity of Great Barrington, Hillside, Winstead and Sheffield. The cherry trees along the roads were literally crimson with their weight of fruit, more crimson than green. Currant bushes so red that driving past we inquired of our driver "What those red bushes were?" Plum and pear trees so heavily laden with fruit that their branches sway to the earth. Apples cover the ground around the trees when they fall, and yet the trees are beautiful with their wealth of fruit, golden yellow, crimson cheeked and purplish green.

I was deep in the heart of the mountains high bush cranberries brilliant with their shining berries; but I have found but few wild flowers to reward my research. One single scarlet Lobelia attracted my attention; it grew on a hillock of pebbles and stones; many small red flowers on a pale green stem, the petals lighter in color than usual.

The drawing of the flower I enclose is sent because no one among the farm people here knows it name, though perfectly familiar with it. It grows in great patches in low places among the rocks. I have never found it in our Southern woods.

In Mrs. J. S. R. Thomson's article of September she mentions a plant, or rather shrub, bearing small, sweet scented, star-shaped flowers with foliage like a whortleberry. I think she alludes to the American Styrax of our Southern swamps.

Late of Summerville, S. C. [The drawing sent represents the "grass of Parnassus," the American representative of the genus Parnassia - P. Caroliniana. It is found in damp places along the whole of the Atlantic slope of the continent from Canada to Florida. By its name it would seem that Linnaeus did not know that it had so high a Northern range. The writer remembers it as abundant along the Niagara near the falls. - Ed. G. M].