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was gone. Searching the top of the bank, up 

 and down stream for a dozen rods, I finally 

 caught two large striped* grasshoppers. In five 

 minutes another strike was made. The victim 

 struggled so hard I thought I had a bass, but 

 when brought to land it was the grandfather of 

 goggle-eyes the largest one I had ever caught 

 or ever seen. A full pound and a half it 

 weighed. I had come into my own. I was a 

 boy of boys. E. meanwhile had returned and 

 exulted with me. Our meat for both supper 

 and breakfast was assured. Happy, we wended 

 our way back to camp, where the evening hour 

 was spent in discussing the range and variation 

 of some of our mutual friends, the plants. 



Sunday, July 9. With lunch, rifle and plant 

 collecting outfit, the three of us, M. M., E. G., 

 and myself, at eight o'clock started down the 

 left side of the creek to spend the day in na- 

 ture's haunts. Skirting the cultivated fields and 

 passing through the woodlands we kept both 

 eyes and ears open for whatever might be of 

 interest to any one of us. 



The first thing out of the ordinary was a 

 specimen of the hispid green-brier 69 bearing the 

 largest leaves we had ever seen on such a plant. 

 Gray gives the size of the leaves as three to five 

 inches in length. On one taken by me in Marion 



Smilax hiapida Muhl. 



