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* vide Mar. 11. 99

sk cab? [skunk cabbage?]

turning in the direction that I was standing.  He seemed to be
very angry and each time I touched his neck he would coil
himself and strike, opening his mouth very wide, showing it
to be beautifully pink tinted.  He did this a number of times.
I now got a somewhat larger stick and with it pressed
his head a little firmly.  He seemed now to see the uselessness
of his angry spirit -- that it had not the desired affect
of frightening away his assailant -- he seemed also to think
that he was the one that had a right to be frightened, for
now he no longer wishes to strike but begins to move slowly,
yet as fast as he could no doubt, away.  I followed him
a little distance, then let him go his way.

I was now where last year* Syplocarpus [Symplocarpus] grew so profusely; it
is a well protected spot, yet, after a careful search <s>of</s> I found
but one place in which were growing probably a dozen plants.
Quite a number of these seemed frosted (?).  Cutting open
the spathe of several of these, I noticed that the spadix, too, was
frosted and the anthers were unusually swollen; no pollen,
however, was noticed.  Some plants had as many as 8 blooms.
I now went farther into the swamp, and finally reached
        