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included plenty of woods ees fields, and nile far 
away. 
Turning to go on my way, i saw a tall figure coming 
toward me from the west along the top of the rocks. 
He was something over 6 feet tall, 25 or 30 years old, 
epparently, would weigh 190 lbs. and was dressed ~ 
“roughing it.” As we met in this wild, deserted, barren 
spot he greeted me with ‘Taking pictures?” “Nope,” 
I replied, “haven’t even put in a film yet; I’m botaniz- 
ing.” “So am I. My name is Benedict.” “Ever 
have any correspondence with a fellow named Ransier?” _ 
Upon his replying that he had, I said “ Well, I am Ran- 
_ sier!’”’ It was a most unexpected | meeting and we pro- : 
é Me to make the ane of it, comparing oe. . 
_ then repairing t ities, th 2 
wort, which he had n never er collected before and the setae nee 
iffbrake, both of which were within a very short dis- a 
 teahee of us. At first I was afraid to reveal the home of 
the moonwort to him, but I sized him up as safe to trust: a 
_ the secret to, and he has not disap pointed | mes Of 
_ course, we both wanted the fi floor at the same time oc- 
