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, glow-worms, (swarming millions
black-birds,of them indescribably
dragon-flies,strange and beautiful at night
pond-turtles,over the pond and creek,)
mulleins, tansy, peppermint,water-snakes,
moths, (great and little, some crows,
splendid fellows,)millers,
mosquitoes,cedars,
bu*terflies,tulip-trees, (and all other trees,)
wasps and hornets,and to the spots and memories
cat-birds, (and all other birds,)of those days, and the creek.