I will come with you and help collect the roots and barks you want.

Which bush did you say relieved the poor souls scorching with fever ?" The Harvester drew on the lines, Betsy swerved to the edge of the road, and he leaned and broke a branch.
"This one," he answered.

"Buttonbush, because those balls resemble round buttons.

Aren't they peculiar?
See how waxy and gracefully cut and set the leaves are.

Go on, Betsy, get us home before night.