Here, then, we come to "the most widespread tundra are dwarf shrub- lichen,
short grass meadow, heather, and crowberry that cover about half of the area)
and Siberian dwarf-pine and alder elfin woods" at: A
geographic sketch, the text from Korshunov & Gorbunov
(1995)-
The vegetation of North and Central Kuriles resembles
that of Kamchatka by the presence of dwarf alder (Sorbus sambucifolia) or stone
birch elfin woods, pisum.bionet.nsc.ru/kosterin/korgor/geogr.htm and,
from there to Butterflies of the Asian part of
Russia, Y.P. Korshunov and P.Y. Gorbunov (English translation by Oleg
Kosterin)
Cf. Siberian Zoological Museum at the Institute of Systematics and
Ecology of Animans, Novosibirsk; Oleg Kosterin, Ph. D.senior researcher at
the Institute of Cytology & Genetics ; Siberian
Division of Russian Academy of Sciences, Novosibirsk.[ contact Yuri
Korshunov (or me) through my E-mail address: kosterin@bionet.nsc.ru , or Pavel
Gorbunov through his address gorbunov@ipae.uran.ru through his address. }
4.
Other references: Land Resources of Russia- On mountain slopes there
are brushwoods of cedar and alder elfin wood, in low places there are meadows;
in the north there is moss tundra
at.www.iiasa.ac.at/Research/FOR/russia_cd/adm_des.htm - 365k
and REGULARLY OCCURRING BUTTERFLIES OF NOVA SCOTIA, among which there
are various Elfins dwelling in coniferous woods, birch and alder...( Hoary
Elfin, Lycaenidae, Incisalia, polia, Dry Open Rocky Areas, Heath, Barren,
Bog ... coniferous woods, roadsides, Birch, Alder, Willows,
Blueberries etc. ... www.gov.ns.ca/natr/wildlife/endngrd/buttable.htm - 38k -)
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* Song Blow, Bugle Blow by A. Lord
Tennyson:
The splendour falls on castle walls
And snowy summits old in story:
The long light shakes across the lakes,
And the wild cataract leaps in glory.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes
flying, 5
Blow, bugle;
answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
O hark, O
hear! how thin and clear,
And thinner,
clearer, farther going!
O sweet and far from cliff and
scar
The horns of Elfland faintly
blowing! 10
Blow, let us hear the purple glens replying:
Blow,
bugle; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
O
love, they die in yon rich sky,
They faint on
hill or field or river:
Our echoes roll from soul to
soul, 15
And grow for ever and for ever.
Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying,
And answer, echoes,
answer, dying, dying, dying.