The Green Dragonwort and Jack-in-the-Pulpit were known, until recently, generically as _Arum_. _Arisæma_ antedates _Arum_, referring to the red-blotched stalks of some species. Jack-in-the-Pulpit to-day is known in the science as _Arisæma triphyllum_. The origin of the name Jack-in-the-Pulpit is recent, and, like Indian Turnip, is purely of American origin. Clara Smith of Medford, Massachusetts, so christened these Dragonworts, in a poem which was sent to Whittier for revision. He published it in _Child Life_, about 1884, after amending and adding several lines. The poem became popular, and the flower was thereafter known as “Jack-in-the-Pulpit.” Columbine was especially plentiful along the hillsides; and the hollows and crevices of rocks were filled with blade-like leaves, resembling Sweet Flag (_Acorus Calamus_). They proved, however, to be the leaves of the Blackberry Lily (_Gemmingia Chinensis_). This lily creeps from southern New York to Georgia. The seeds resemble blackberries. The plant produces several large blossoms in a terminal bracted cluster, of an orange color mottled with purple. This species was formerly known as _Pardanthus_, meaning a Leopard-Flower. The roots are of a golden color. Returning from the Point of Rocks above Deer Park, I passed along lanes bordered with cedars and junipers, while violets, rosy-pinks and tufts of maiden-hair spleenwort clung to the ledges. On leaving the swamp below, I found a drowsy diamond snake in a stupor, from having recently swallowed a bird or frog. The diamond-shaped checks upon his skin betrayed his species. He is considered venomous, therefore I remained a safe distance from him. On May 18th I again visited the Point of Rocks and McLean’s Woods, searching for _Orchis spectabilis_ and for _Cypripedium parviflorum_. Leaving the car at Bedford Park, we struck westward, coming out near Poe Park, where still stands that quaint white cottage in which Poe wrote _The Raven_. We bore around the slopes, northward beyond the Racing Park, and entered a country lane, soon turning again to the left into the forest, where stood great pools of water. Along the sluggish stream grew many rare species of fern. Finally we entered Jerome Avenue, leading toward Yonkers.