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that in seeking shelter in Mr. Lee's straw shed we had unwit- 

 tingly stumbled into what was probably the very council (cham- 

 ber of these most attentive insects. It is to the latter rather 

 enforced discovery that we can directly attribute our unusually 

 early start on the following morning. 



It was about five o' clock on the morning of our sixth day out 

 from Medford that we started on the return journey. This was, 

 indeed, a forced march, urged by that perfectly natural desire 

 to get through with a tedious task. One by one we passed the 

 little villages of Chatsworth, Friendship, White Horse and Red 

 Lion. The sun, now at its height, poured down mercilessly 

 upon the tired and thirsty travelers. A few Turkey Vultures, 

 soaring just overhead, survey us with expectant eyes, but we, 

 ungrateful for this unusual attention, plod onward. 



Probably Ulysses in olden times was not more delighted, after 

 his long wanderings, by the sight of his beloved Ithaca, than 

 were we as upon coming within sight of Catoxen Cabin, our 

 starting point on the outskirts of Medford. And yet none of us 

 regret our trip, but look eagerly forward to a future visit to those 

 peculiarly interesting regions — the New Jersey Barrens. 



