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Updated: May 2, 2025
She strung the corn on fine cotton cord putting a rose seed pod between each grain, then used the bittersweet berries to terminate the blunt ends of the branches, and climb up the trunk. By the time she had finished this she was really interested. She achieved a gold star for the top from a box lid and a piece of gilt paper Polly had carried home from school.
In a recent half-hour's relaxation, while comfortably stretched in my hammock upon the porch of my country studio, I was surprised with a singular entertainment. I soon found myself most studiously engaged. Entwining the corner post of the piazza, and extending for some distance along the eaves, a luxuriant vine of bittersweet had made itself at home.
No sooner do we touch his head with our finger than with an audible "click" he is off on a most agile jump, which he extends with buzzing wings, and is even now perhaps aping a thorn among a little group of his fellows somewhere among the larger bittersweet branches.
Among the desirable vines are the Ampelopsis, which vies with the Sumach in richness of color in fall, the Bittersweet, with its profusion of fruitage as brilliant as flowers, and the Clematis, beautiful in bloom, and quite as attractive later, when its seeds take on their peculiar feathery appendages that make the plant look as if a gray plume had been torn apart and scattered over the plant, portions of it adhering to every branch in the most airy, graceful manner imaginable.
Again, and this time not before any house but in a wild piece of woodland, the little wagon came to a stop. "Ain't there some holly berries that I see yonder?" said Mr. Ringgan, "there, through those white birch stems? That's what you were wanting, Fleda, ain't it? Give your bittersweet to me while you go get some, and here, take this knife dear, you can't break it. Don't cut yourself."
Again, and this time not before any house but in a wild piece of woodland, the little wagon came to a stop. "Aint there some holly berries that I see yonder?" said Mr. Ringgan, "there, through those white birch stems? That's what you were wanting, Fleda, aint it? Give your bittersweet to me while you go get some, and here, take this knife, dear, you can't break it. Don't cut yourself."
Kalus stepped back, acknowledging this, and with a surge of bittersweet emotion, realized that his friend had ascended to the magnificent freedom of a creature of the Wild. . .but also that it no longer needed him. 'You've done it, he said quietly, and with such feeling that the pent-up emotions burst forth in a flood of tears.
A few brown leaves still clung to the bushy trees along the creek. In the upper pasture, more than a mile from the house, the boys found a bittersweet vine that wound about a little dogwood and covered it with scarlet berries. It was like finding a Christmas tree growing wild out of doors. They had just been talking about some of the books Claude had brought home, and his history course.
This animated thorn is about a quarter of an inch long, and dark brown in color, with two yellowish spots on the edge of its back. Nor is this all the witchery of this bittersweet thorn. It is well worth our further careful study.
It is no easy thing even for the casual botanist to determine this nice point in a given segment of a bittersweet branch placed in his hand, the position of the chance leaf or leaf scar being his only guide. But the Membracis binotata rarely indeed never, so far as I have examined makes a mistake.
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