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* To-day, was again attracted by the little brown bird, about as large as the Eng. sparrow
it has a mottled breast, walks on the ground most of the time, frequently at your
very feet without showing the slightest amount of fear.  I meet this little bird
so often in my rambles, what can its name be? Never have I heard it utter a single note.

where springs no doubt exist, sometime in the future I
shall examine more critically.  I got through the ravine by
half past one nothing especial attracting my attention.  Three
turtles were seen, two of them quite small, one of which was
eating a mushroom.  It would be interesting to know if they
eat all specimens or whether they eschew the poisonous ones.
No doubt they do; for in all cases thus far noticed the mushrooms
have been of the thick fleshy varieties and have a pleasant
odor.*  From the ravine I went to Orange Grove and there
crossed the river; I then walked along the River R'd towards
Relay.  How beautiful is the fruit of the wild strawberry,
(Fragaria Indica) of such a rich crimson color and quite ornamental
with its fruit dots standing out prominantly from its surface.  But
how insipid!  The plant was introduced and has escaped cultivation.
Here it is seen so frequently year after year that one might think it
native.  When in sight of the bridge crossing the brook which
passes Mr. E's house I came to the pleasantest treat of my
trip.  Growing out of the rough bark were myriads of a pretty
hairy-capped moss.  How pretty the little capsules thus adorned
raised on their tiny stalks looked!  I think it a specimen of Pogonatum
        