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again started on our journey.  A short distance past the
stream running through the field in which we found the
Virginia cowslip we found a good place for the gentian
Here we planted it and carefully noted the place.
Nothing else delayed us and soon we were at Orange
Grove.  What a pretty sight was the water now dashing
over the new dam!  But what a<s>t</s> roaring sound.
We heard it long before we reached the village. It
did not take us long now and soon we were at our
camp.  The noise heard here was alost deafening,
but becoming absorbed in the preparation of our dinner,
it soon failed to make any impression upon us.
Mr. W. at once took the temperature of our spring, it
was 56º F. later I took the temperature of the stream
and found it to be 62º F.  After dinner we thought we
would prepare a mushroom dish, so cut up some
sausage, bread and mushrooms and stewed all together with
a little salt - how anxiously the pot was watched, and
how carefully Mr. W. stirred the contents with a witchhazel
stick ( for good luck) when all of a sudden the
kettle slipped from its supports, and the entire savory
        