September the 26th. Early this morning I returned to Montreal. Every thing began now to look like autumn. The leaves of the trees were pale or reddish, and most of the plants had lost their flowers. Those which still preserved them were the following[120]:
Several sorts of asters, both blue and white.
Golden rods of various kinds.
Common milfoil.
Common self-heal.
The crisped thistle.
The biennial oenothera.
The rough-leaved sun-flower, with tri-foliated leaves.
The Canada violet. [[295]]
A species of gentian.