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Here we waited; for we were to be accompanied by
Miss Meylan to-day.  We had not long to wait, she
coming on the next car, and soon we were on the 
Joppa Rd., on our way towards Cromwell Bridge Road.
We had no trouble at all, and were picking out our way
finely, nevertheless all passers-by were interogated regarding
the direction, distance, weather etc.  Our first interesting
adventure was the meeting with an old colored
man, on his way to Druid Hill Park, where he is the
keeper of one of the springs.  After asking him the way,
and learning where he was going; Mr. W. asked him if he
had ever seen the ghost that walked past his spring. He
had never seen it, but had heard others tell about it.  Mr. W. now
in all seriousness related his experience.  Our colored friend
seemed to take it all in; then told us about the appearance
of <s>th</s> a black dog right on the top of the hill, at the
bottom of which we were standing.  He always came
between 11:30 and 12 P.M. He, however, had never seen
it.  Mr. W. told him, now you couldn't kill that dog, if 
you tried, the bullet would pass right through him, and
it even might come right back and hit you.  Our colored
        