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mat of flat green burs. He had found a way for 

 us; not through the burs, he hastened to explain. 

 We sat a while to let the big boy rest, while we all 

 fell upon him, picking burs off one by one, a 

 process not completed until two days later. Then 

 we followed our guide along a little path between 

 tangles of weeds head-high, to where he had 

 discovered a flat boat, in which we crossed the 



inky, evil-smelling Styx of the Illinois and Mich- 

 igan canal to the wondering owner who dwelt 

 on the farther side. A few words and a coin 

 satisfied him, and the alert among us proceeded 

 to climb the insecure slope of the South Drainage 

 Range, from whose summit we surveyed the 

 country round. Descending on the other side 

 we found ourselves on the edge of the rock- walled 



