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stew was lying on the ground close to the ashes - looking
very much as if some one had vomited.  We tried to save
some of it, but it was no use, so were obliged to start it
all over again. This time all ended well, but alas! we
did not enjoy it, for the entire stew seemed to taste of
nothing but sausage.  I collected a nice lot of butternuts
and placed them in a safe place on the rock.  We now
started for home.  We had intended going through the
ravine and past Camp Cozy, but it grew too dark so
started back to Orange Grove where we took the train.

57.

Sept. 27. 99. 2:30 P.M.  To Walbrook, along Slingluff
Lane to Epiphany College and return.  In Walbrook, we
saw a dog with a mole.  This being a good opportunity
to examine this singular little creature, we ran up to the
dog, who would have run away with it had not his owner
ordered him to lay the animal down.  Rex laid the little
creature down.  Mr. W. thinking that the poor little thing had
been too badly treated by the dog, concluded it better to kill it
rather than have it to end its life with great suffering. A few
sharp blows on its head ended its life.  Mr. W. then wrapped
it up carefully in paper <s>and</s> to take along with him.
        