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stand the strain and broke.  "That is Poplar," he said then,
"Hickory will bend but never break."  I thought afterwards
what a grand scientific way of distinguishing these two
trees.  To many farmers, however, trees are simply an eyesore;
only large fields a source of delight<s>ing</s> in their eyes.

When quite close to Mr. S's place we noticed him coming
out of his field and walk<s>ing</s> along the path towards the
Observatory.  He told us that he had bought all the fallen
wood; he, too, had cleared the open cut for the Boulevard 
Line.  He was now on his way to look up one of his wood-cutters.  
We had noticed during the past week several 
places where wood has been cut and set up to dry, to-day
we noticed even more of it there.

We now left Mr. S.  When quite close to the Observatory
we met a man with an ax.  As soon as we saw him we
recognized him as a S.  Upon inquiring we learned he was
Mr. S's brother.  He told us, too, about the bunk that
was built, but unfortunately the conversation drifted and we 
failed to question him closely about it.  He told us that 
this place (our Observatory) was called Buzzard's Rock.
        