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but failed, now we were more successful.  Climbing
the hill, we were most agreeably surprised in the finding
of a little brown bird on her nest.  She was very much frightened
and although we tried our best not to cause her any
uneasiness, she flew from her nest.  In it were 4 pretty
blue eggs.  We <s>not</s>now continued up the hill and found the
spring, here Nasturtium officinale grows.  Going back down
the path, quite close to the spring 2 pretty trees are seen
growing very closely side by side.  One is recognized at once
as the Beech, the other we at once called an oak.
I examining one of its branches we said "no, it must
be a beech or  a chestnut".  We now were very curious and
had fully made up our minds not to leave in this unsettled 
condition of mind.  Examining this branch closely we
found that, although coming directly from the trunk of
our undetermined tree it had the bark of the beech and
we soon found that it really belonged to the beech but
that the oak had grown up, its trunk encircling it, a 
deep scar showing where the wood had grown up and
around the branch.  Passing our little bird's home we
find she has not returned to her nest.  Our next stop is

        