his uncle told him. However, he soon learnt which were the
pistils, stamens, petals, and calyx of a flower, while of the other
terms, the less we say the better; for although Fred had read a little
upon the subject, his notions of classes and orders were rather wild.
But for all that, he much enjoyed his trip, for no one could have
ascended that path without feeling admiration of the many beauties it
disclosed. The path had been cut entirely through the wood which
surrounded the hill, while the feet pressed at every step upon the soft
green elastic turf, that here grew of the finest texture, and in the
shortest strands. Nowhere else could be found such large heaths, with
their beautiful pinky lilac bells looking as though moulded in wax;
while harebells, orchids, anemones, arums, formed only a tithe of the
rich banquet of flowers which awaited the collector--and a most staunch
collector was Mr Inglis. He used to say that he was one of the most
ignorant of men, and the more he collected the more he found that out.
No doubt, if he had kept entirely to one science, he would have been
more skilled therein; but he said he liked that idea of a famous
essayist, who compared a man who devoted himself entirely to one thing,
to a tree that sent forth a tremendously great bough in one direction,
while the rest of the tree was composed of wretched little twigs. He
considered it better to have a little knowledge upon a good many
subjects, than to excel so greatly in one only.

The view from the Camp Hill was one that could not be seen everywhere,
for it overlooked a wide tract of the richest farm land in England. It
was called the Camp Hill from the entrenchment at the summit, for here
had the Romans in days long gone by established one of those mighty
works that, after fifteen, sixteen, or seventeen centuries, still exist
by the score in our country, to show how powerful and highly-disciplined
were the armies that the Roman Emperors sent into Britain. Fred was,
however, rather disappointed at the Camp: he expected to have seen
turrets and embrasures, and, if not cannon, at all events a few
catapults and battering-rams. But no; there was nothing to be seen but
a broad ditch encircling the summit of the hill, and now completely
covered with trees and bushes, so that the bottom of the great trench
formed a walk, where, even at mid-day, the sun's rays were completely
shut out, and where the nightingale would sing, all day as we