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good span of horses, and the driver evidently was afraid of 

 thunder, so we bowled along in good style and at 9:30 swung 

 into Ocean View. Here we waited nearly an hour for the storm 

 to drift farther away, but no rain coming, we finally persuaded 

 our Jehu to carry us on to our final destination, and at 10:45 

 we drew up to Cedar Grove Park and were greatly surprised to 

 find a most attractive hotel on a commanding knoll with the 

 Indian River Bay on three sides, from north-east to west, 

 and the Ocean two miles distant across the marsh to the east 

 and south-east, while Henlopen light flared up twelve to fifteen 

 miles north of us. We were not expected at so late an hour 

 and had some difficulty is arousing mine host, hut his welcome 

 was genuine, and very soon the distant sound of the surf served 

 as a lullaby, and sandy roads, thunder and lightning, the crack 

 of a whip and the query, "Will it rain?" faded away to be 

 replaced sometime later by a faint far-away impression of un- 

 usual and strangely-mixed sounds; and then gradually a con- 

 sciousness that something said " honk-honk-konk " and some- 

 thing else said " tseep-chip." 



Finally, when self could assert itself and the watch said 4:30 

 a. m., a glance out the east window discovered a Chestnut-sided 

 Warbler in a wild cherry tree close by the house, and two hun- 

 dred yards distant in a quarter-acre pen, five Canada Geese 

 ranging at will and accompanied by several Black Ducks and 

 Mallards. As I dressed the sun rested on the ocean a big red 

 ball, the salt marshes were green with the fresh new grass, the 

 waters of the bay were sparkling, the distant voice of the ocean 

 was almost hushed, and I felt that the south shore of Indian 

 River Bay was a veritable " Point of Paradise," as this region 

 was named by the early Swedish settlers. 



I thought to take my gun and steal out for a walk alone with- 

 out disturbing the doctor, but he also had heard the Wild 

 Geese, and was ready for a two hours' tramp before breakfast. 

 My health would not permit any vigorous operations, and we 

 did not wander far from our home, but strolled across a quarter 

 mile of open salt-marsh, down along a tidal cove, up through a 

 beautiful piece of open oak woods, across an old field grown up 

 somewhat with pine saplings, sedge grass and weeds, and on 



