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across the branch and past those beautiful pines, we
took the first path before reaching the branch.  This path 
led us to a colored shanty, owned by a colored man
named Queen, here, we received the help of a colored
boy who directed us ( carried us, as he said) right
to G.  After a few minutes rest, Mr. W. bought a
little ice, and we proceeded to the old Furnace.
We were quite tired, and taking a path which was
partly unfamiliar, we at one time thought surely we
had missed the right path, but soon our doubts were
dispelled for before us stood that immense chestnut
tree, an old landmark, and soon Mrs. Newman's cottage
came into sight.  It did not take us very long now -
soon we were at our old camp.  We at once made
some lemonade and refreshed ourselves with a light
lunch.  How different was this day from last Saturday!
The birds which were so joyful, filling the air with 
their many notes were very silent; the king-fishers
which were so busy were not to be seen.  The tide
was very high, and going to the inlet we decided not 
to cross.  Here one of the blue herons was seen.
        