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,
        butterflies,                                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.