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Fig. 8. A peculiar rift in the limestone 



the top of a rail fence, with a butternut in his teeth, 

 sharply eyeing me. My camera was by my side, but it 

 might as well have been at home, for with a whisk of 

 his tail he sped along to safety. A little later the stage 

 picked me up and I had supper in Owen Sound. 



A trip to the southwest followed and perhaps the most 

 interesting experience was finding Scolopsndriums grow- 



