Everywhere The Herbage Was
Uncommonly Luxuriant, And Everywhere I Saw The Turf Thickly Sprinkled With
The Blossoms Of The White
Clover, on the hill, in the valley, among rocks,
by streams, by the road-side, and whenever the thinner shade
Of the woods
allowed the plants of the field to take root. We might say of the white
clover, with even more truth than Montgomery says of the daisy: -
"But this bold floweret climbs the hill,
Hides in the forest, haunts the glen,
Plays on the margin of the rill,
Peeps o'er the fox's den."
All with whom I spoke had taken notice of the uncommon abundance of the
white clover this year, and the idea seemed to prevail that it has its
regular periods of appearing and disappearing, - remaining in the fields
until it has taken up its nutriment in the soil, and then giving place to
other plants, until they likewise had exhausted the qualities of the soil
by which they were nourished. However this may be, its appearance this
season in such profusion, throughout every part of the country which I
have seen, is very remarkable. All over the highlands of Vermont and New
Hampshire, in their valleys, in the gorges of their mountains, on the
sandy banks of the Connecticut, the atmosphere for many a league is
perfumed with the odor of its blossoms.
I passed a few days in the valley of one of those streams of northern
Yermont, which find their way into Champlain.
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