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now are found in great profusion.  What a pretty plant
is Aster cordifolius with its cluster of little flowers!
How pretty too were the birches now shedding their old
bark in quite large flakes!  When we reached the first
little ravine we followed it, taking the road on the left
bank, we passed Mr. Ennis' little cottage, here we stopped
a short while and wrote off the formula for making
mushroom catsup which Mrs. E. kindly loaned us. Continuing
our tramp, following closely the road along the stream
we came to the cottage of a milkman.  The good
woman of the house looking out the window, Mr. W. told
her we were looking for mushrooms.  She soon brought
out a panful that she had gathered that morning to
get our opinion if they were good and the right kind
to eat.  We told her they were all right, and soon were
in earnest conversation, learning about the inhabitants
she was 48 yrs. old, had her second husband, she
being his second wife, they had one son, living a boy 12
yrs old, 4 children dead, her husband had a son, <s>with</s> by
his first wife, living, a trucker. I had intended taking
a flour bag with me <s>and</s> to gather nuts but had forgotten
        