THE FOREGOING reminds me of something. As the individualities I would mainly portray have certainly been slighted by folks who make pictures, volumes, poems, out of them—as a faint testimonial of my own gratitude for many hours of peace and comfort in half-sickness, (and not by any means sure but they will somehow get wind of the compliment,) I hereby dedicate the last half of these Specimen Days to the
bees,
water-snakes,
black-birds,
crows,
dragon-flies,
millers,
pond-turtles,
mosquitoes,
mulleins, tansy, peppermint,
butterflies,
moths (great and little, some splendid fellows,)
wasps and hornets,
cat birds (and all other birds,)
glow-worms, (swarming millions of them indescribably strange and beautiful at night over the pond and creek,)
cedars,
tulip-trees (and all other trees,)
and to the spots and memories of those days, and of the creek.
